Dear James, Daniel and Emily
Boredom
Yesterday I was helping Kim pick up the house, and she asked if I was tired, was all the work tiring me out. The answer was that I wasn't physically tired, just bored. Which is a little I have been feeling lately about the running.
Don't get me wrong, I love running for running's sake. That hasn't changed. But there is a little bit of a mental barrier developing, boredom is seeping in, for no good reason. And I just need to shut that out because of everything I was able to do last weekend:
My Weekend
Saturday morning I ran my 10K race. I felt real good about, I came in about a minute short of a PR, but still ran a respectable pace (9:18 miles). I even got a classic 'ugly running picture to share:
I was attempting to smile here, but it was near the end and that was the closest I could come. But hey, gotta love that great mid-foot strike form!
Sunday I was able to get up and go for a short 3 mile run (still feels weird typing that phrase.) Then we went shopping. And then I went for a 5.5 mile mountain hike with the Cub Scouts and family. The hike itself was no problem (other than making a note to myself to wear Hoka's for the next hike.) Which was a revelation, it felt great to handle a nearly 4 hour walk in the mountains and still feel fine.
Monday I even got up and tackled another 3 mile run (albeit slow.) So no real damage from the weekend. I was even planning on running today, but when I got up at 2 to let the dog out my legs told me that I needed to give myself a rest day.
Here is the problem, I have reached a plateau, a great plateau but a level anyway. I can comfortably run 3 miles, and even push it out to 6-10 miles without any real effort. I logged 15+ miles running and walking over the weekend. And that is nothing to feel bad about. How many people can say that really?
But, some times I feel like I could or should be doing more. That I could be running faster. Or tackling longer distances. Or tackling different challenges like Crossfit, or trail running. It's not a loud, overwhelming voice, but there is a voice that tells me that what I am doing isn't enough.
And I have to tell myself that this is just my personal ADD kicking in. The voice that occasionally says that as great as life is, wouldn't it be better if I did X? And I have to tell that voice to shut up, that the running is great for me, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with what I am doing. That the ability to stay on my feet cleaning or doing yard work, or taking long walks without out feeling physically exhausted are well worth all the effort. And that this is just a subconscious need for something new, that I can and should ignore. And just keep doing what I am doing.