I didn’t run all week. I am suffering from that same malaise I’ve had for a couple of weeks. I can’t seem to drag myself out into the dark in the mornings.
So I was really looking forward to this weekend’s run(s). Then my husband told me he had plans out of town on Saturday, so I would have to run only on Sunday. No biggie.
After a busy Saturday of kid-filled activities, I was looking forward to a peaceful early morning run all by myself. Two hours of solitude. Then my husband decided that it would be better not to drive home late Saturday night. He would head home Sunday morning. Sigh.
Finally, Sunday morning around 10:30 I went out for my run. There was a hazy overcast sky and it was starting to get hot*. Yikes. That meant a lovely sauna to run in. My two hours of solitude turned into an hour and twenty minute slugfest.
I did think a lot about the LA Marathon runners** and how they must have been feeling. Was it as hot through the streets of LA? I was sure it was. The ocean must have been nice. Maybe the marine layer cooled things down.
I had such high hopes for my run. It was going to help me feel better mentally. It was going to be my time alone; my time to just “be.” It was a hard week emotionally and I had looked forward to this time. Instead, it was a struggle. I was hot and thirsty. I went through my entire twenty ounces of water in an eight mile run. I intended to run at least ten miles, but decided to turn around after four miles. I just wasn’t feeling it. Eight was fine after not running for a week, right?
So often we think of our running as the “magic pill” keeping our spirits up and head clear. Sometimes running is just running. We put one foot in front of the other and try to get from point A to point B. I am sure I will have a “magic pill” kind of run one of these days, but I need to be ok when the endorphins don’t make all my anxiety disappear. I am just thankful that I am able to run; that I am healthy and can run a crappy eight mile run on any given day. If I stop to think about it, that’s pretty awesome. A few years ago, just running around the block would have been an accomplishment.
*It was 82 degrees as I ran by the bank and insurance office on my way home.
**Danica, Billy, and Glenn were all running the LA Marathon. I kept checking my phone to see Twitter updates.