Fast forward to yesterday. Michelle and I are constantly discussing how no matter what your skill level is…some days you have it and some days you don’t. Period. End of story. That sounds like a great mindset right? Not so much for me yesterday.
After Tuesday’s stellar run I wanted to do another five miler yesterday to see if I could run with the same strong ability that I had less than 24 hours earlier. After my morning class I drove over to Sequoyah Hills (part of the marathon course) to throw down some good miles. Let me just say that the hills were so much easier on race day. I had barely made it a mile and a half before decided to call it quits for the day. I just didn’t have it in me. My legs hurt, my breathing was hard, and my mind was not cooperating. So I turned around an unwillingly settled for 3 miles–having to stop multiple times on the way back just to breathe and stretch.
yes, i feel like running. but my body and mind beg the differ
Insert temper tantrum. I definitely shed a few tears on the drive home because I felt disappointed in myself that I couldn’t run as strong as I had the night before and I felt anger towards myself for stopping. But then I realized that any mile is better than no mile. Preaching to the choir? I sulked a little then following my afternoon class I decided to get redemption. So I laced up the sneakers and headed down to a FLAT course that I knew like the back of my Garmin. I felt slightly better during this run but still didn’t feel capable of giving it my all. I ran to my turn around spot and was about .75 miles away from the car when I wanted to quit. But it was pizza night last night at church so I promised myself that if I could make it til the end then I could splurge. 6 miles equals some pizza, right? Redemption was mine!
Boom. Six miles for the day. Six long and enduring and uneventful miles that made me partially hate running. Yes, I sought redemption by falling off the horse and hopping right back on the same day in an effort to make things right. But it gave me a lesson in humility. Some days you have it and some days you don’t. The days you don’t are the ones that test your character as an endurance athlete. Those are the days that show you are worthy of being a runner and that everybody is entitled to some bad days. It tests your willpower and robs your stamina. But you do it anyway because you are strong and dedicated. And because you practice what you preach. And because like most things…this too shall pass.
so excited to be going running!
How do you deal with “bad” runs? Ever gone after redemption? Do you ever feel like you aren’t practicing what you are preaching? What’s the best running advice you have ever received?