I have a love-hate relationship when it comes to running.
I’ve noticed that when I get into a habit of lacing up my shoes and running a couple of times a week, I actually crave and look forward to my runs. As soon as I stop, though, just thinking about running makes me dread it. The firs run back is definitely the hardest.
I’m really trying to break out of my running inconsistency, especially since the weather is starting to get colder and I don’t have the “omg I can’t run because it’s 80 degrees outside” excuse.
And yes, I’m a temperature snob and consider anything above 72 degrees to be too hot for running haha.
Anyways, I got in my first run since forever on Saturday and ran an easy 3 miles on the treadmill at my gym. It actually wasn’t as awful as I expected, and I surprised myself by running at a 9:30 pace. Once upon a time I could run a sub-7 minute mile without really training (club soccer will do that to ya), but I’m happy with that time as a starting point. I’m so glad that it wasn’t too painful, because now I’m on an extended runner’s high and feel like working towards a goal.
Ultimately, I’d like to run a half marathon (Beth’s training is starting to motivate me), but for now, I’m just going to try to get in 10 miles a week and speed up my time a bit. Sounds doable!
Other than my intense pondering on running, today was spent loosening up my sore muscles with a quick 2 mile run, 15 minute elliptical session, and a lovely beach-side walk with my man!
We walked for about an hour and a half and grabbed some coffee before heading back to one of our favorite local restaurants to munch on some Thai food. Talk about yum!
Speaking of coffee, I’m sure going to need some tomorrow morning. I’m wiped! Time to catch some Zzzs and head to bed.
Question of the day: Do you ever fall out of your running groove?