I had been struggling with my little love of running for a month. I still went out and ran my scheduled runs but it was a challenge. I was short of breath and over all lack luster. I was craving a good hard, runner’s high. I did what any person would do. I looked for motivation. What was holding me back? Why was I feeling this way? Was because I hit a milestone? Was it because I was tired?
What the heck was going on?
I was getting less sleep since my almost 2 year old was getting molars and was not sleeping very well. I had hit a huge milestone….50lbs loss since I started running in May. I was getting in my head too much. So I changed it up. I took a break from running for a week. I wanted to fall in love with it again and I knew it wasn’t going to happen if it was shoved down my throat! So I took a week off, which ended up being the warmest, non-rainy weeks that we’ve had in months. But I did not run.
It wasn’t until I was preparing Easter dinner for the family get together at our house that I felt a little ping of needed to get out there. I’m not sure if it was the new tunes I added to my playlist, or the sun beating in on me as I was washing up the last of the prep dishes but I knew I needed to get out there. Luckily for me I had everything prepared and I had some extra time on my hands.
I laced up my shoes and ventured out. My goal was 3 miles just a quick little run. There was no wind, the sun was shining, and off I went. I could hear the birds chirping and my music going. I could run without the snow and ice hindering me. The air was fresh smelling and the sky was the bluest blue I’ve seen in a while. As I ran straight down the road I could have turned the corner and finished up my little 3 miler but I thought why “I’m out here already, I have the time, I’m going to go for it. What’s 2 more miles?”
And that’s exactly what I did. I ran like a champ, it was hard but it wasn’t the same mind games that I had been dealing with before. I made it home, beat down, but feeling great. I got home and we had Easter dinner and it was nice, and I felt wonderful all day.
My weekly run’s were all good with my time per minute decreasing I was finally seeing the results that I’ve been patiently waiting for. When I ran my long run on Sunday I decided to just do 10 miles since I had just gotten a new pair of shoes. And guess what came from that run…..my longest run to date…14 miles! I pushed myself, I felt great, I thought why not!
Sometimes you just need a break to let go of the negative thoughts, of life’s up and downs. You need a break to remember exactly why you do this thing called running. Why you choose to go out and push your body pass your expectations.