What's especially interesting is how many of these choices all came together on an unsuspecting #nevermissaMonday run.
First, let me set the scene....
My Saturday started like most of my Saturdays, with a semi-long run. I'd met up with my friend, Barb, and we ran eight miles with a decent (probably too-fast) pace. We not only conquered several hills, but we also battled a nasty headwind out of the east. All was good.
Sunday evening, the hubby and I took a leisurely 2-mile walk with Max (our dog) before bedtime. My quads were feeling a little weary, but the walk felt great.
So, Monday morning arrives, and I'm eager to get out for my ritual early morning #nevermissaMonday run. Tired of the routine 2-mile route I often run, I had the grandiose idea to slip in a little speedwork. I decided to head to the 2-city-block expanse of sidewalk, where I often run intervals back and forth. I could run five sets of intervals, which would net me two miles. With the half-mile warm-up run there (and then back home), I'd have three total miles for the morning. Picture perfect!
Only, within the first couple blocks of running, I could tell my grandiose idea of intervals on that particular morning was, indeed, far too grandiose. My body didn't necessarily "feel" tired, but my legs were like,"Umm, nope. Sorry, honey, this ain't happening." This was a mere 13 hours post-hilly bike ride. I don't think the DOMS were a factor (yet), but something was definitely amiss.
I decided to white flag the grandiose speedwork idea and just run the two miles, at a super easy pace. Like I said, nothing hurt, but things were not moving like usual. My legs felt heavy; my feet didn't want to lift higher than a shuffle. I guess the hilly run on Saturday, the heavy-duty garden work, AND the hilly bike ride on Sunday had taken a toll on my body. Oh, and the humid, muggy morning air may have been a factor as well.
Although I made it through the run unscathed, I certainly didn't return home feeling like a #badass. Yet, I didn't feel defeated either.
Even though I've had much better runs than that one on Monday morning, I'm choosing to appreciate and respect the short ride on the proverbial "struggle bus." I'm also choosing to shake off this less-than-grand run, and move on. There's going to be some great runs and some not-so-great ones. It's kind of a package deal, right? So, onward!
After all, running is a choice. I'm glad I get to choose to run. Not everyone is so fortunate.
How do you cope with tough runs? Do you struggle through them, or just take them for what they are... and then move on? Do you treat every run as a gift?