So, it’s no secret that I have a half marathon in a week and a half and quite frankly, I’m just not that into training for it. I have been trail running plenty, but my comfort zone is at about 3-5 miles. The thought of being out there for 10-12 miles or 2 hours on the pavement just seems torturous to me.
However, all of this changed today. I planned on a long run even though I have a mountain bike race this Saturday. I put it off-all.day. I told myself if I woke up with the dogs at 5:30-6 ish that I would put on my shoes and run. JWail got up and fed them while I slept until my alarm went off at 7. I told myself that I would get X,Y,and Z done for work. That didn’t happen. I was working on Z, when I may or may not have fallen asleep on the couch (a pitfall of working from home).
I was awoken from my dozing state by some very rambunctious puppies, who are actually dogs, but we just call them puppies.
Without thinking, I said to JWail, I will take them trail running and do half my run up at Happy Jack and half my run in town. Hah! Who was I fooling? I would probably just run the trails and call it a day.
If that day happen to be any other but today.
I started out on the trails and my legs felt fresh and strong. The leaves were yellow and crinkling beneath my feet. The smell of mold and decay (yup, that’s what Fall smells like because that is what is happening) got up into my head and made me high. All this made me love the run and remind me why I do this.
The pups were happy and we just kept trucking along for about 3 miles. Then the drizzle started. We turned back to the truck. By the time we made it back I had covered 5 miles (they about 8 because they constantly run off the trail and back and forth and do circles around me) and it was downpouring. We were all soaked.
And some of us were more tired than other. Eh hem-KyKy.
I came home feeling (surprise surprise) like I could do more. So, I immediately changed into dry clothes and hit up the gym for 7.5 more treadmill miles making it a total of 12.5 today. With my bad attitude towards running lately, I feel like I need a medal for this or something.
Boom! I’m running a half marathon in a week in a half!
And a big mountain bike race on Saturday-what’s up taper?
I didn’t say it would be pretty, or I won’t swear and cuss and come back limping, but by golly, I have the confidence!
Welcome back running confidence-it’s nice to meet you again.
Good days or bad days running lately?
How do you get over a bad run?
Any awesome run lately that you would like to brag about?