At 7:30pm last
night I was falling asleep on the couch and had only thoughts of going to bed.
I don’t know if it was the late night of volleyball the day before that made me
exhausted but all I wanted was my warm bed and the TV. I thought about my goals
and seriously doubted that I’d make my 50 miles for March and really didn’t
care. But then something sparked inside and I dragged my butt off the couch at
7:45pm. I dreaded every single step up the stairs to change into my clothes. I
also dreaded the fact that I was going to be inside. But somehow I managed to
motivate myself to go out the front door.
Running inside
14 laps at the community center equals one mile. I still
needed 13 miles this month to reach my goal of 50 for March so I thought a 2
mile run was all I needed. It was a miracle I was there in the first place. But
something changed in me. I’m not sure if it was watching the two extremely
large guys walking around the track (which I know must have been hard for them…I
was there once) or the fact that it was only me and these two guys. I love when
there is very few people at the track. It had been a while since I was at the
track as it has been somewhat warm enough to go outside. The last time I ran inside
was the beginning of the month and my pace was over 13:30. I didn’t know what
to expect last night since my pace has suddenly gotten faster over the last 2
weeks. I did the first half mile in less than 6 minutes. Where has this sudden speed
come from? But the biggest thing I noticed last night was how easy it was to run!
Easy???
It is amazing that less than 30 minutes before I
started my run last night, I was on the couch falling asleep. Then out of
nowhere, I had a burst of energy. I felt fantastic the entire run, almost like I was looking down at me running laps and thinking who is that awesome runner? and like I said
it all of a sudden felt easy. Wait, did I say that running was easy? I know
some of my friends love running and say that it is so easy. I used to think
they were crazy. But for the first time in my life, I began thinking the same
thing. What was this weird feeling? Was
it that runners’ high that I hear so much about? I’m not really sure but I do know I can’t
wait to go running again.
42 laps later…
I ended up doing 42 laps which is 3 miles and I ran
my last mile faster than my first. And I really thought at the end of lap 42
that I could keep going but it was getting close to closing time so I had to go.
On the ride home, I felt really strange. I was so energetic and so happy it was
a very interesting experience. My overall pace for the run was 12:30 which made
me very excited. Again where did this faster pace come from? I am enjoying it and hope I can get faster
but I really don’t understand it. I have lost over a minute on my mile pace in
2 weeks. That is unbelievable. I can’t wait to hit the ground running again and
maybe I can get to the 10 minute mile in no time.
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