…and I’m not sure why I continue to forget this little fact.
I’m sure that it has something to do with having effortless runs sometimes. Like, yesterday for example. I ran 4 miles, easy peasy, not even tired when I was done. I even managed to slip in under the time I wanted to. Bonus.
Then today, it seemed like the most difficult 3 mile run of my LIFE! When I got done, though, I beat my desired time by just over 2 minutes. I realized (again) that in order to get better and faster, I have to push myself. Of course, running more than 2 days a week would help with that, too. I am still adjusting to the 40-hour workweek and trying to figure out when I want to plug in my weekday runs. Sometimes I get one in, but most of the time, I don’t. Given that fact, I know that I need to make the most of these 2 runs I AM doing, and I think this weekend, I really succeeded.
I’ve been working on my form little by little. I know it’s better than it used to be, but I think at this point, it’s the best it’s going to be. I have to be in better shape to continue with this journey. Of course, I also have to remember that it’s simply going to take time. I’ve run one way for so long that running a different way isn’t going to change overnight. Also, I’ve got lingering softball injuries that are just annoying (another part of the reason I’m only running 2 days a week).
I’m running part of a marathon relay in a month and I’ve taken the first leg, which is the longest and hardest leg – 6.25 miles and the last mile is all uphill, elevation change of 150 meters. Oof. Now I can’t really picture how much change that is in my head, and I’m not entirely sure I want to, but the really tough part is that the hill is a MILE long. That’s the killer part.
All in all, though, I’m really excited about it. I’m one of those weird people who gets jazzed up about really tough running stuff and overcoming it. I’ll be dead when I’m done with my leg of the race, but I’ll feel awesome because I accomplished it – at least the few moments before I die. Haha.
I do feel great, though, because I have found my passion for running again. I’m not afraid of injuries. I can afford to race every now and then. I have friends with whom I can run. It’s pretty amazing. I’m definitely looking up and up for more challenging and fun races. Perhaps I’ll attempt my first marathon next year. Or even my first ultra, which I’m half-thinking about. I know I should probably go small and just hit the marathon and try for an ultra the following year, but who knows? The most important things are that I’m having a good time and that the husband supports my crazy passion for this sport and the increasing challenges. I really couldn’t do all this without him.
So what about you? What are your crazy passions?