Yup, I was going to write it – the dreaded “poor, poor pitiful me” post.
The “who peed in my cheerios?” post.
The “why-did-I-do-this-to-myself-what-in-the-world-was-I-thinking-why-did-I-sign-up-for-this-and-how-do-I-get-out-of-this-mess” post.
The ever unpopular “I can’t” post.
After some good running weeks, even a relatively successful 8-mile run that led me to write “I think I can finish this!” in my running journal, I hit an unexpected slump. Suddenly, every run went from my usual mild discomfort to SO hard. Legs were leaden. Heat was overwhelming. The weight of the effort had me down and out. This went on for weeks. If I had the option to go to CrossFit instead of my scheduled run, I often took it. I was down to two runs a week, struggling for every mile. I lost my mojo.
What do you do when something like that happens? Sure, I wanted to give up at times…. many times! But I kept showing up for two runs each week. Seeing friends on Sundays made such a difference. Accountability to them and my goal kept me holding on by a shoelace when I was down.
Finally, a glimpse of hope. The heat broke. There’s a huge difference between running in 95 degrees and 82 degrees. Morning runs were even a little chilly. A little spring appeared in my stride. I kept going. I also broke a spell of bad sleep, which makes a world of difference. I am back on track, more or less, a little more than a month out from our half marathon.
In the mean time, I have decided that overall, I am not a happy runner. It is convenient, portable, and simple enough to participate in. But, to be honest, I am bored by it when it gets longer than about 45 minutes. It is hard on my body AND I have no desire to invest much time or energy in how to get better at it. There are too many other things I’d rather be learning or improving!
I do have to remember that there was a time (not too long ago) I would have been so proud of 15-minute miles. I have made progress. But I don’t see myself pursuing it once the half marathon is over.
So, for the moment, I press on. I’m grateful for the ups and downs of training and for the goal in front of me, and the people I am sharing the journey with. I’ll keep training the best I can, moving my legs along one step, one mile at a time.