Sunday evening I got to watch a beautiful sunset (at all of 5pm) as I finished up my 12 mile run. I don’t usually like running late in the day, but I kept putting off my run until I had no choice but to get it done before it was dark and cold out; a trend that has become all too common. I dragged my feet and got ready as slowly as I could.
When Josh finally pushed me out of the house to get started, I was in a sour mood. I just didn’t want to run. In the first two miles I decided that if I still wasn’t feeling it by mile 5, I’d just turn around. I gave myself an out. My pace was fine, fast for a long run actually, but I was struggling. I was willing street lights to turn so I had to stop and wait at the crosswalk.
It was about mile eight that I realized I stopped wishing the run was over and started enjoying the view of the mountains, the reflection of the last few leaves on the trees on the lake and the crisp smell of fall in the air. I fell into a nice easy pace and was happy when I didn’t hit a single light on my way home. For a run I didn’t want to do, I ended up with a pace that would give me at least a two minute PR at my half in December. Nice surprise.
I learned a few things about myself on this run; my warm-up time is ridiculously long and I’m getting worn down by my constant training.
In the past few weeks I haven’t really wanted to run at all. The only reason I have been is, well, Halloween candy and the fact that I have a race in less than a month. I’ve been in some form of training since about January, almost an entire year of continuous training. It’s been great for my endurance and speed, but I’m starting to fall out of love with running. After December, I’ll be ready to just run when I want, how I want and for as long as I want (or don’t want). I’m ready to try some new forms of exercise and have more flexibility in my schedule. Maybe I’ll even do a few shorter races.
How do you fall back in love with running?