Yesterday I had the brilliant idea of trying to get in my long run that I missed on Sunday, simply because I just wasn’t feeling it. The goal was 8 miles at an easy pace. It would be the longest I have run in months and months.
It was not meant to be. Like most of my runs over the last week, my body, mind and heart weren’t in it. I have been able to grind out 3-5 miles, but it has been a grind. Everything is telling me to stop…from my sleepy mind, to my tight hamstrings to my couch craving ass.
I won’t lie–I am frustrated. My winter 2014 speedster goals did not happen as life and injuries got in my way. The fact that it is coming when I have two races (a 5K I don’t care much about and the Toronto Yonge Street 10K, which I do care about and was hoping to PR at) in the next 10 days is a bit annoying.
I am determined to not let it get to me. In the past I would’ve complained to anyone who would listen about my running rut and how it’s driving me crazy. This time, I’m just going to grind through it as best as I can and not beat myself up about it. I am simply going to run as far and as fast as my mind and body will allow me too and know that in time, it will get better. After all, it is the ruts that make you appreciate when you are running well.
I’m taking the night off tonight so I can grab dinner and a movie with one of my oldest friends. Rest assured, however, I will be back to gutting out those miles and running through my rut on Thursday night. I can’t let my favourite treadmill at the gym think that it owns me, after all. *wink*
Much luv and happy running!