Running is, well for me running is much like dealing with my children, each day when I lace up my sneaks I have no idea what the run will bring, much like when my children wake-up, I have no idea what they will bring.
The last few runs have been so inconsistent. One 3 miler was so painful, there was a chance I’d need oxygen, the sweat was dripping off me as if I just jumped out of the pool, my breathing was so labored, it was like I was in labor. I hated every step. The next day I banged out a quick 4 miles, I was running as if I was at the Olympic trials. Two days later my 6 miler was as painful as my 3 miler until I got to mile 4, the last 2 miles I was running like a Tarahurmara. I felt as fast as lightening, well, as fast as lighting for me, a slow, 40 year old wanna be Ultra Marathon Runner (more on that later this week). And today, my 4.8 miler went like this: “Wow, what a great morning, I can feel it today, this is going to be a great run” than I hit it – the BRICK WALL- it was like I was running in mud. I made it worse by pulling the biggest rookie move in the book…and checked the watch. I thought: “It’s gotta be 3 miles by now” but got “What? Are you kidding me? It’s only 2.5, FUCK”. I was so pissed off. I was running a new route. I had ventured into a town which is slightly busy, I wanted to try a new loop-de-loop cause I was bored, and I definitely did not like this unchartered territory. I was running on the street as there were no sidewalks dodging Mack trucks and shaky old men rattling down in their 76 Buicks going out for the morning coffee. At one point, a Drake Cake truck came barreling down the road, I knew it wouldn’t hit me because frankly I prefer salty over sweets, and I truly believe that is the EXACT reason why I was spared. WHEW! After I navigated a few more trucks, a gaggle of geese, and sand, yes sand, I got back onto the sidewalk- and thankfully I ended the run on a high. The last 1.5 miles were quick and easy. I definitely had more in the tank and could of banged out 3 more miles with relative ease – always a good sign.
I’m not sure if you’re like me or not but everything has to be in perfect alignment to qualify as a “Great Run”. I need a brisk partly sunny 70 degree day, not one ounce of humidity, I need my iPod to be fully charged, my favorite socks – the green wick away comfy endurance socks that soften the blow as I pound down on my tootsies like a elephant being chased, I need my loop to be obstacle free, I need to have had gone to the bathroom (you know what I mean), be properly hydrated, my ‘good’ sports bra and hot pink adidas running tank must be cleaned, and my kids have to be sleeping, or with my husband, no sitter, that’s just pressure, I hate being pressured, and I must have enough time to change what I thought would be a 6 mile run into 8 just because I was feeling good. Just in case. I could of added to my run today, but didn’t have enough time to get ready for work.
Not much to ask, right? One can dream right? While I wait for my perfect day, I’ll muddle along trying to dodge old men in their big hunking cars, Mack trucks and that big fricking brick wall.