I went out for three miles and ended up feeling good and pushing on for about seven or eight.
When I first came outside with my husband, I was in that mood of not really feeling like running but knowing I should. The snow had melted the day before when it was 60 degrees. There were still remnants of ice here and there, in shady spots and where it had gotten packed down from walking. But the highways were clear. I'd rather trail run, but hey, the trails would be all mushy with the melted snow and lots of rain.
We were dressed appropriately, of course, for a good run. I had on long running pants and a good winter Under Armor shirt, with my Ragnar Relay hoodie over that. I had cheap little gloves that roll up into a tiny golf ball shape (love them) and a warm headband.
Dave forgot something just as we came out of the house so I stood outside waiting. Yikes! The wind came at me. Ohhhhhhh.....geez. And I was standing in the shade so I moved out into the sunshine. A bit better.
As we started to run I felt a little cold with the wind hitting us broadside, but I knew that it was just about right because as my body heated up I'd be fine.
After about two miles out (straight out and back route), Dave said he was turning around to go back and do the exercycle in the basement. I felt good and wanted to keep going, thinking just another five minutes out and I'd turn around.
But I really began to enjoy it. Even though my knees were talking to me now and then, and my left foot was creaking and croaking out comments here and there - I just slowed down a tad and made them all happy again.
And I thought about how I'd embraced the suck. I thought about my mindset coming out of the house - a bit of dread, a have-to-do-chore of running and getting in shape. I know that mindset is not the right one. The mindset that came over me while running, like coming out of a fog, was the beauty of being outdoors, of the simple act of being able to use my body to move about this earth, to be able to breath in and out and to look about me at the sights, the rolling farm land, the cows, horses and sheep that stood in the fields watching me.
I realized I'd embraced the suck once again. And it no longer sucks. It is magic.
When I first came outside with my husband, I was in that mood of not really feeling like running but knowing I should. The snow had melted the day before when it was 60 degrees. There were still remnants of ice here and there, in shady spots and where it had gotten packed down from walking. But the highways were clear. I'd rather trail run, but hey, the trails would be all mushy with the melted snow and lots of rain.
We were dressed appropriately, of course, for a good run. I had on long running pants and a good winter Under Armor shirt, with my Ragnar Relay hoodie over that. I had cheap little gloves that roll up into a tiny golf ball shape (love them) and a warm headband.
Dave forgot something just as we came out of the house so I stood outside waiting. Yikes! The wind came at me. Ohhhhhhh.....geez. And I was standing in the shade so I moved out into the sunshine. A bit better.
As we started to run I felt a little cold with the wind hitting us broadside, but I knew that it was just about right because as my body heated up I'd be fine.
After about two miles out (straight out and back route), Dave said he was turning around to go back and do the exercycle in the basement. I felt good and wanted to keep going, thinking just another five minutes out and I'd turn around.
But I really began to enjoy it. Even though my knees were talking to me now and then, and my left foot was creaking and croaking out comments here and there - I just slowed down a tad and made them all happy again.
And I thought about how I'd embraced the suck. I thought about my mindset coming out of the house - a bit of dread, a have-to-do-chore of running and getting in shape. I know that mindset is not the right one. The mindset that came over me while running, like coming out of a fog, was the beauty of being outdoors, of the simple act of being able to use my body to move about this earth, to be able to breath in and out and to look about me at the sights, the rolling farm land, the cows, horses and sheep that stood in the fields watching me.
I realized I'd embraced the suck once again. And it no longer sucks. It is magic.
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