One of the many things I hate and love about life is that it can change in an instant.
Thursday was just about one of the worst days of my life. Two sicks kids + tired mommy + hubby working late = misery. Friday since hubby had worked so late he decided he could/would take the day off to help out with the kids. I was happy to have his company.
In early January the weather in Virginia is not typically in the upper 50’s let alone the low 60’s but on Friday the Lord graced us with AWESOME weather.
Hubby suggested that I do my long run to get it out of the way. I was tired but liked the idea of being warm and running in the sun instead of waiting till the next morning and being cold and running in the dark.
At 3:15 or so got in the car and drove 2 miles to a local school, parked the car, put on my ipod shuffle [hubby got me for Christmas] and took a deep breath.
YOU can do this Dorothy. YOU are strong. YOU are fit. YOU work hard. NO EXCUSES. NO QUITTING.
I needed this little pep talk because on a weekly basis I get down about my running. At times wondering why I even train for marathons. Thursday’s beyond slow, hard miles on the treadmill was one of those runs that made me doubt.
Running is not easy. There will be easy runs at times, but overall it’s not easy. It’s hard work. Work I love. Work I enjoy.
If you ask an elite athlete I am fairly certain they will tell you the same thing.
It’s why I tell you that YOUR fast is FAST. Just because I happen to be faster than someone else does not make running any less hard for me and just because someone else is faster than me doesn’t make it any less hard for them.
I rarely drive somewhere for my runs anymore, it is something I gave up once I became a mom of 3.
Friday I drove so I would be closer roads less traveled.
I live in a cookie cutter town. The houses are all similar. From where I sit now in my kitchen I can see 9 houses. The trees are small.
I’m grateful for what we have in life but at times I yearn to run on roads where I can experience life – feel my run – be closer to nature.
I went down a road I had never gone on before. Up and down hills, on twisty roads, past ponds, and rundown abandoned houses. The sun was hot on my face and I was happy I was a runner.
I knew I would remember this run for forever.
One of the reasons I run is to remember moments. Moments that make me happy on days like Thursday, when the going is tough.
The plan was to run 15 miles at the low end of my long run training pace and then drop down to race pace for mile 16, and 10 seconds below marathon race pace for the last two miles.
The fresh air, the horses, the cows, the hills, the views kept me running faster and faster. They made me happier and happier.
I wished at times someone was there to experience it with me – to see what I was seeing – to feel what I was feeling.
I finished my long run wearing capris and a t-shirt exhilarated.
I started dancing around the parking lot. Literally dancing. Then I got embarrassed. What if someone sees me? Then I decided I didn’t care.
I had run the fastest 18 miler I can ever remember. I hit all my paces dead on. I was happy. I would dance. I would lift my arms to the sky and enjoy this moment. For this moment – it was life – MY LIFE.
- Mile 1: 8:03
- Mile 2: 7:59
- Mile 3: 7:50
- Mile 4: 7:39
- Mile 5: 7:54
- Mile 6: 7:47
- Mile 7: 7:51
- Mile 8: 7:46
- Mile 9: 7:08
- Mile 10: 7:40
- Mile 11: 7:32
- Mile 12: 7:38
- Mile 13: 7:52
- Mile 14: 8:10
- Mile 15: 7:54
- Mile 16: 7:07
- Mile 17: 6:59
- Mile 18: 6:47
18 miles 2:17:48 – 7:39 average
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