I actually started writing this post before the "head incident" and haven't had any desire to finish it until now. I've been feeling like I'm hitting a wall with my running . . . no pun intended . . . and have been looking for some inspiration. I'm hoping that I'll find some as I finish this post. So, let's go.
There are two types of people: those that love to run and those that believe that you should run only if you are being chased.
Obviously, I fall into the first category . .. . but I haven't always.
During college, I may have gone on a few jogs but really it was only to sweat out some beer and get rid of the fried pickle bulge that I had developed around my middle.
Truth be told, I had little interest in my physical health during my college years. My interests were my friends . . .
|Just look at all those styrofoam cups|
|Solo cups were also popular|
. . . and school. Of course, school.
However, it was only during law school that I finally realized that there was something to be gained from perspiration.
During the first year of law school. the Great and Powerful Oz decided that we needed to go out for a jog one night after dinner. He proposed a run around the block. That's it . . . just a block.
But, I swear that was the longest block in Houston. I made it about half-way down the first leg of the block . . . probably 1/16 of a mile . . . before I keeled over . . . gasping for what had to be my last breath of air. Oz pointed out that I hadn't even made it around the first corner. I was okay with that because I was sure that cardiac arrest was around that corner.
Running was not for me.
After finishing the marathon, I didn't run much for the next four or five years. But then, I moved back to my hometown. I had two small kids, and I was ready to shed some baby weight.
I started running 3-4 days/week with my new friend, Emily. We ran at a comfortable, leisurely pace. After all, you can't risk being too winded to talk when you have small town crap to talk about.
|Allison, Jessie, Emily, and I|
Some where along the way, I found my groove. It just became easier. I discovered that I can push myself a little without turning into roadkill.
I discovered that I run faster in the heat than in the cold and that treadmills mean that you don't have to run in the ice.
I discovered that I need to run 6-7 miles to really enjoy a run because my body doesn't really loosen up until mile 3 or 4. For me, there is little satisfaction in stopping just when it is just getting easy.
And, I discovered that I really do like races. They are loads of fun, and its good to have a goal to work toward. I also enjoy the people that a race attracts.
Finally, I discovered that, while I certainly don't mind winning a metal . . . or an even better prize . . .
There is a saying amongst runners that is something like:
The only run that you'll ever regret
is the one that you don't take.
I want to say, "Abso-freaking-lutely! That is gospel." But, really, I think that's total crap. Some times you
If I think I can do it, I usually do. But, if I have a bad run, it can screw with my head and steal my running mojo for days.
Taking more than a few days off leaves me feeling slower and winded . . . and defeated. Its not rational. Its not like you lose it all during seven days. But, a break turns me into a real headcase.
Recently, I decided to press the reset button. I've been going back to the basics. I'm easing back into it . . . and looking for my mojo . . . and dolls . . . along the way.
Really, my point is that whether I'm at a stage where I am happy just to finish the race
or looking for the big prize
it doesn't really matter. I just need a goal . . . even it its just to get out bed in the morning . . .
Now, does this little pep talk have me feeling more inspired? Maybe a little.
I feel like I should go for a run. But since its raining, maybe I should go for a fro yo instead.