Remember my post about a couple of weeks ago about the most fabulous run I had that day? How my body and mind just felt so fluid and strong? Yeah, today wasn’t one of those days.
Really, I think it was just one of those days.
I like to call runs like I had today character building runs. You never really find that groove, your legs just don’t feel quite right, your stride is off, you are running way slower than you planned, and all you want is to get through the run.
I am sure any non-runner reading this will probably be convinced that I am a masochist when they hear me say that this is a good thing. As runners and triathletes, we need runs like I had today to remind us that running doesn’t always feel awesome and effortless.
I believe you have to struggle a little to make gains. When things get tough, you have to search somewhere inside yourself to go that one more mile, to pick up your pace a little more, to stretch that stride out. That struggle teaches you something that prepares you for whatever race day (and life) has to throw your way.
Do I call this run a bad run? No way. It was a good run. I ran 12 miles before 9am, getting more done before the average US citizen has put down their second cup of coffee. I like those bragging rights.