Today's run was another reminder of why we just get out there and do it.
At 6 am...my inner dialogue..
I don't want to run.
Your coach will see that zero.
He won't notice, he's busy running a 100 mile this weekend.
But he will come Monday or Tuesday. And then what was your excuse? You didn't wanna? Nothing was hurt, broke, tired?
Drink some coffee. Have a Honey Stinger Waffle..
Okay, got the clothes on, donned another hydration pack that I was taking for a test run. I felt guilty leaving the dogs, going running before taking them on their walk.
I had already resolved (yesterday) to really push my uphill movement, without totally gassing myself.
The run went well. The back road was dried mud, no ice in sight. The hills were not bad,
In fact, my little hills are almost all runnable these days.
I was at mile 4.5 ish, saying "hi" to my dog friends that are in a pen on the left hand side of the road, and I just realized I had absently RAN UP that hill. I didn't even notice. At all. Wow.
I don't glance at my Garmin usually on my run, and when I hit the stop button at the neighbor's mailbox, signalling the end to my "10K" of 6.4 miles, it showed 1.09
My FASTEST time around the block.
If I was on Strava, I could give myself Kudos.
But I have a blog that I can crow about it on. Honestly, I am very stoked. The first 1/2 mile or so was actually still in the dark, with a headlight. And I had to slow to a walk to get around the Gump Dogs at mile 3.
So, the lesson learned from today? Go out and do the run. I went from apathy, to accountability, to commitment, to perseverance, to exhilaration, in the space of two hours this morning.