But, it’s supposed to be.
I had been debating signing up for a 10k for a little while now. It has been many moons since I ran that distance, and I’ve never raced it for time before. I don’t love fast running. But I do appreciate a challenge, and the reality of running fewer miles in general right now. So last night I took the plunge and hit the sign-up button. I waited until kind of last minute, so (no pun intended) I had to get up and hit the ground running this morning.
But of course between hitting the sign-up button and my morning run, life came into the picture. I was up late working. My middle ended up with a fever, my oldest was in my bed from 1am on because of a sore throat and cough. Cue the alteration of my early morning run plans.
By the time I pushed myself out the door, it wasn’t exactly ideal. At home or outside. Inside was a bit chaotic and outside the humidity hit me immediately. It's been a minute since I've done speed work but guess what: it still sucks. It is so hard to run fast. There is no putting it any other way. (mini psa: fast is relative to each of us)
BUT. I reminded myself all morning that fast running is supposed to be hard. It’s supposed to be pushing me. It is not normal to push yourself like that all of the time. Which is why speed work is not everyday running work. The good thing is that it was over “quick”. Which does not feel quick when you are huffing and puffing and checking your watch only to see you have more to go. But, I did it. And that post-run feeling of accomplishment is mine. And now I get to run the rest of the week nice and easy.
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