I was dreading this run. Not only were the temperatures predicted to be quite low, but I hadn’t done anything since my last run, unless you count the 30 second jumping jack parties and the plank a day I have been doing in order to get the blood flowing after sitting for hours on end in front of a computer.
I bundled up and set off for the park. Gloves, hat, several layers – check. While I felt like I was ready to go, my legs decided not to show up. The first several miles were miserable. So much so that I gave up on my 2/1 intervals and started doing 1 minute / 30 second walk/run intervals.
I had left the paved trail at this point, and was on the packed gravel trail. The sun was shining and I was running along the lake – it was a beautiful sight when I could see it! The sun was somewhat in my eyes and I was very glad I had brought along my sunglasses.
Finally my legs showed up. I don’t know if it was getting back on the pavement or if I just needed that much time to wake up.
Although my legs showed up, I was still feeling miserable and started bargaining with myself. I can go 11 miles, only 11 (I had 12 scheduled). And then it was 10 miles. You can do 10 miles. 1o miles is enough. I did 11 miles last weekend. And to quote myself “this isn’t my first rodeo.”
I kept going. And going. Until my Garmin clicked to 12 miles. Hallelujah!!
This time next week I will (hopefully) be sporting a brand new medal.
Along the Sammamish River trail
Yay!! Take that 12 miles
Great job on pushing through and not quitting!
Thanks!!