Wednesday, when I reluctantly went for my first run in ten days, I started at a walk. Part of me was scared to break into my usual warmup pace...I just felt like this run was doomed to be difficult. A punishment of sorts. I expected to berate myself the entire time, This is what you get for taking ten days off.
I was surprised, then, when it had the opposite effect. I didn't have a set distance planned; I just wanted to get moving and break out of the slump I'd fallen into. If that was all I got out of the run, I would have been happy.
But in fact, I got more. I hadn't realized how much junk has been swirling in my mind lately. I must be more stressed than I realized, and not exercising obviously compounded the issue. It almost felt like my brain was waiting for this run to happen so it could finally have a chance to dump everything and examine it and reorganize it and put it to bed.
|I loved chasing the last rays of the sun as they shot out from behind the trees. The entire evening just felt serene.|
I wasn't looking to have any epiphanies on a run that I wholly expected to be awful, but that's just what happened!
Anyway, I decided I'll be running the 10k this weekend after all. I know if I don't I'll never let myself live it down. I'm not at all in shape for it, and I originally wanted to PR this race, so it will also serve as a humbling reminder not to let my training fall by the wayside.
The Monday after the race will mark the start of my two-week run streak.
Losing motivation as the weather heats up is normal for me, but I really want to combat my tendency to give in to lethargy. I want to stay active this summer! I feel like I have a realistic plan to get myself back on track.
Have you ever experienced a totally unexpected aha moment on a run?