My #runboner streak ended yesterday.
Pass the tissues por favor.
In hindsight I’m really hoping that doing P90X (arms/back) and ab ripper the day before had something to do with it. Hip flexors, right? They’re part of running?
Please tell me yes?
I headed to Back Bay and started out feeling good, but made myself slow down to a more casual pace.
“Take it easy! This is just a fun run. You’re not training for anything. Just enjoy it…”
So I slowed down despite my legs’ protests. All that speedwork has got ‘em all itchy to go fast I guess. But I’m not training now and I’ve got a long season of hardcore training coming up so I told myself to play it cool.
Halfway I stopped to stretch a bit. Because when you’re just running for fun you’re allowed to do that.
A mile later, I started counting steps until I was done.
Told myself I could stop and walk at 6.66 miles.
(that should tell you what kind of a mental state I was in)
“Why is this so hard?! Ugh running sucks. Why is the car so far away?!”
“GD this freaking headwind. Last 4 miles? So rude ugh running hates me.”
“What the heck, iPod?! Is this playlist seriously 4 miserably depressing songs on repeat?? Ugh I HATE THIS SONG. And I hate you, running!!!!”
*no, this is not a dramatization
I can’t remember the last time I cut a run short, and don’t think I’ve ever been so pathetically weak to walk a part of a looped course just because I didn’t feel like running anymore. Usually the realization that it would take less time to run to my car than walk is enough to get my ass moving again.
Not this time.
When I did finally make it to my car (what seemed hours later) I remedied the best ways I know how. Naturally.
Obviously shopping under the influence for a sport you just spent an hour HATING makes sense.
Hopefully when those babies show up on my doorstep I’ll be over my little grudge and will be ready to let running sweet talk its way back into my life.
It better bring chocolates.