I started my 5 miler this morning in a stinkin’ foul mood. My 6am running buddy bailed on me so I had to re-jigger my schedule so I could run when it was kind of dark instead of pitch black, my kids were the Bickerson’s and I had a few frantic minutes where I thought I lost my iPod. Many times I run without music but today I really needed the distraction that only Eminem can provide. Besides, I hadn’t heard enough “eff” words this week. 🙂
My pace started out more of a slog and my run just sucked. I thought of how long I had run, how slow I was, how to shorten my 5 miler to a 3 miler. I stopped at a mile in to tie my shoes, which is what I do when I need to take a break and regroup. I walked a minute or so and started up again.
Then the magic happened. Slowly, but it happened nonetheless. The more I ran, the harder I pushed up the hill the better I began to feel. My cranky, growly, pre-run self was fading and I started to work out some things that had been on my mind. My running became smoother, my pace quickened and I started to enjoy my run.
I added an extra loop to make the full 5 miles and I finished feeling strong and more importantly, in great spirits.
And that, boys and girls, is why running rocks!
Now go run!