I have a secret.
Shocking, I know, coming from Her Highness of Over-Sharerdom.
(I really want to put a picture of myself with a crown on here, but I’ve currently reached a new high level of lazy and I don’t want to ruin what I worked so hard for.)
Okay, so back to the secret. I secretly (well, not anymore) wish that I could squeeze three runs into my week and build my base so I can run the marathon on Dec. 1 that I said I was not going to run because marathon training is not a priority right now.
I just checked and it’s still not a priority. But I want to run the race.
I don’t want to train for the race, though, so that’s sort of a problem.
On Saturday, I felt something familiar. I got dressed as fast as I could, but I must’ve mistook the desire to go run for something else because as soon as I stepped out the door, I was all: This is dumb; I’d rather be napping.
Maybe I just misunderstood myself about the running. Maybe I just wanted to put on a pair of socks.
I ran anyway. First mile, a warm up, was about as exciting as that Eustace guy on Mountain Men. Miles 2-3, I did sprints of 20, 30, 40 and 40 seconds over and over resting as needed in between. Mile 4 was a cool down and it couldn’t have gone slower or been more dull (but not more dull than Eustace, just to be clear).
Why can’t I get excited to run? I don’t know what happened, but just like every celebrity couple ever…there’s no love.
I don’t know. Maybe I need to change things up a bit.
Maybe next time I’ll bring the dog. Sure, he’s like holding the string of a 75-pound kite in a Category 5 hurricane and, yeah, I’ll need to bring six crap bags with me…
But at least it’ll be more interesting than Mountain Men. Jesus, History Channel. And WHAT is UP with that guy who all he does is look for his Beagles the entire time?!
5 comments
Oh my gosh, I am so where you are right now. I have Nike lined up for October and want to hang up my shoes, throw the $200 (!!!) race fee down the toilet and stay home. I’ve run it before, and it wasn’t a great race so I had all these aspirations that this time was going to better, how it was going to be my “last” marathon (cause I can totally give those up any day now, right?).. and I can just not get into the training groove. I took the week off long runs, and it’s helped a little, but I’m not even really wanting to run even a mile right now, unless a big, fat SBux is at the end and even then, I’d prefer to walk there. Here’s to finding our mojo!
Go read this article: http://www.npr.org/blogs/krulwich/2013/08/21/213869143/why-this-compulsion-to-run-long-distances-a-runners-beautiful-confession
It’s certainly making me think.
Thank you for reminding me of that. I had a beautiful run this morning – it wasn’t fast, but the sunrise was all kinds of WOW, the temp was perfect and the running buddy and I had a good gab fest. I think I just needed a week off, because I’m feeling ready to get back in the game.
Sometimes you got to run through the dull to get to the inspirational….running is like relationships…sometimes its all sunshine and rainbows and other times its like beating your head against the wall…at least this is my take on it…lol. I’ll let you know my little secret, I’ve been training for a marathon but havent blogged about it because I feel like I might give up…I like being able to make the choice at least that way I make it about a desire instead of an obligation. Or maybe I’m just fickle and uncommitted…although I have stuck to the plan going on 6 weeks now but its 16 weeks long…seesh!
So true. And good idea to make it about desire. It does sometimes feel like an obligation.