That was a mentally and physically tough run. I really wanted to chuck it. But I got goals. I got dreams. Chucking my run wouldn’t help me achieve either of those.
It was HUMID!
Way humid. My clothes were soaked after the first 10 mins. Thank goodness for anti-chaffing balm. My chest started hurting from the heaviness of the air.
Then my back strain began bothering me. Right in my waistline on the right side. I pulled it Thursday lifting weights. I thought it was better, but obviously it wasn’t.
Then my path was flooded out.
Then my arches started aching.
Then my big toe started hurting.
Then my piriformis began to protest.
Then my stomach began to gurgle (I tried a new hydration drink that wasn’t sitting well).
I could go on and on.
Sometimes running really sucks.
But you know what didn’t suck?
~ The older gentleman I passed who was out walking who said, ‘You’re tough! Wow, look at you go. Good job!’. He has no idea how much his words encouraged me and inspired me to keep going.
~ That despite the weather, despite the pain, despite the mental challenges - I KEPT RUNNING! I didn’t quit.
~ The pride I felt in myself for sticking with my plan. The determination I exhibited.
~ That even though I had some aches, I have no real injuries to prevent me - I am physically able to run. I have a relatively healthy and strong body.
That’s what didn’t suck.