But I did it. I started last night. I went running for the first time in a long time. I have a love hate relationship with running. I love the feeling I get after a good run. I sometimes hate it when I start to hit that mental wall. If you've ever done any sort of tough workout you've inevitably hit a wall where you feel like you can't go any farther, any faster.
Last night I hit that wall and pushed through it.
I had inspiring music in my ears, a cool clear night, and determination with me last night. I started out at a normal pace (for me) but as I got going I picked up the pace. I keep track of my runs with an app that tells me my pace/distance/time and gives me audible cues as I'm running. As I was running my app told me that my pace had increased. Imagine that? I was running faster!
Granted it wasn't my best pace ever but I haven't run in a good year or more. I used to run 3 nights a week. I even did three 5k races a few years back. That was probably the height of my fitness in recent years. I was in good shape then.
Last night reminded me how much I love running. Forget the fitness aspect of it, that's self explanatory. I loved a few things about my run last night:
- Sense of accomplishment - I freaking did it!
- Endorphins - The after glow of a good run is makes you feel amazing, like a world beater.
- Mental cleansing - Running allows me to do some housekeeping in my head, it clears my thoughts.
"I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.'"Today I feel like a champion.
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