Lately, I've been running solo more than not. While I truly enjoy the company of friends on a run, I've come to appreciate a run for itself. That enjoyment is helping me with consistency. My pace is more even and I'm getting out more.
Around mid-July I posted a goal of 40 miles a week and a 1/2 Marathon by the end of August. I didn't reach either goal, despite my plans. I actually took that particular week in August off, listening to my body saying, 'enough'. But, since then I have managed to keep my mileage around 25-28 and reached 30 miles/week since beginning my 'quest' for 40. Am I completely satisfied? Uh, no.
I'm not completely satisfied, but I am starting to see some changes for the better. I'm running more consistently than I have for years AND...my runs are fun again! I look forward to them. I'm also more forgiving of myself.
In the past, I'd get so discouraged if a week wasn't going well, I'd throw in the towel and skip several days out of frustration. Know what that gets you? Yep, more frustration! Funny thing, I chatted with two friends over wine this afternoon. It was delightful company and wine, by the way. I mentioned how frustrating it can be to begin. I said that when I begin something new, my inner voice must be overcome. The voice says, "I can't" and I have to dig my way out of that bleak place just to start. They both said they have the same challenge. I may be onto something here! Perhaps the struggle is universal. Maybe we all have to jump out of our little holes and just try.
Some days, a run will start that way. My body will grumble with aches and stiffness and my head is not a motivator. On some of those days, I manage to dig out of from gloom of self doubt and run. Does it always go well? NO! Of course not. Do I feel better when I get back? YES! Of course I do!
Am I still trying to build to 40 miles/week. Yes, wish me luck with that one.
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