Sunday, March 24, 2013
Run. From. Hell.
Every now and then, I need a reminder of why I love to run. This morning was one of those days. It was by far the worst run I have ever experienced as a whole. I was extremely tired. I hadn't eaten enough and in all honesty, I just wanted to sleep in. Halfway through the run, I started to run out of gas, my legs started to cramp and my back was aching like it never has before. I got done and there was no "runner's high". Instead, there was a bad attitude, an empty stomach, and more aches and pains than I've ever had before. When I got home, getting my, what felt like, 80 year old body out of the car and into the house was something out of a SNL skit. Not only was I barely able to walk, but of course I dropped my watch and it rolled under the car. As I bent down to get it, my back reminded me that it hated me with a deep, unforgiving passion that raged from my left hip like a lighting bolt into my mid back. My knee buckled on the way up and I almost cried. I didn't want to cry because of the pain, though. I wanted to cry because I felt awful. I have felt pain before, but there was always that "runner's high" with it that kind of masked the actual pain. As I hobbled into the house, I started to question why the heck I even do this. After a long shower, a morning of breakfast, playing with Lyla, and feeling sorry for myself, I decided to go back and read some of my old blog posts. The inner sap reared it's head and I was nothing short of sobbing infant. I realized that I truly had fallen in love with running. Everything I had written was so true. So, I had a bad run. Oh well. I need to suck it up, set my alarm, and try it again tomorrow...or maybe in a couple of days after I figure out why my back has all of a sudden decided to hate me. Whenever that next run occurs, I will be ready for it. I'm going to put today's run behind me and just be OK with having a horrible run. As runners, we should just try to enjoy each run as they come. If it's a great run, remember the feeling, but don't expect all runs to equal it. If it's the run from Hell, move on. Leave it in the past and look forward to the next chance you get to run. The thing is, you really don't know when it's going to be your last run. All you can do is just enjoy the run you are in and be thankful you are still putting one foot in front of the other.