Ever have one of those runs where when you start out your legs are immediately protesting? Today was one of those days. When I looked at the training plan, saw that hour run, and then when I got started my legs were all:
'You're not seriously trying to run are you?'
And I was:
'Yes, I had a rest day yesterday, sat at the office chair, didn't even walk at lunch, now suck it up!'
Their response:
"Hey, you ran for 8 miles on Sunday then spent the afternoon moving 3 tons of rock, using good form so we did most of the work. You really think we are ready for 6 miles after only 1 day to recover from that?'
I got the final word:
'I'll take it slow, and even do a 'flatter' route, but we are doing this today.'
And with that I got moving, not fast, but moving. And you know what? Towards the end I was almost disappointed that it was time to quit (almost.) I love runs like that, when the body tries to say no at the beginning, but by the end it is moving so well it seems almost criminal to stop.
While I am mildly worried that I have not put in the long runs that I ought to have to be ready for the Half in a couple of weeks I have to remind myself that while no single run has been that long, I still put in 30+ miles last week, and threw in a lot of heavy yard work on top of that.
And that is one of the real reasons I run, to be able to have days like Sunday where I ran, then shopped, then put in several hours of really hard labor. Because the ability to do that is one of my motivators.
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