Just in case someone feels 'terminally unique' around here when they read mine and others post where we rhapsodically relate our great runs. It is absolutely true we do have wonderous times while running, and they are so easy to write about - but in my case there are also times when it does not go well at all...and I will be just as honest when/if posting about those. I get inspiration from better runners than I - and comfort from those who struggle like I do. If I only read about the great runs I would have quit a long time ago thinking 'I am not, and never can be, a Runner'. However, while I am a 'better' Runner than I used to be, I also am a happier one because I know that being 'slow' and 'ungainly' certainly will not disqualify me from BEING a Runner just like a bunch of my VRBS who are also running without the benefit of Gazelle Genes in their DNA
Anyway------
One of the most stressful times I have ever had over a long weekend, and no way could I do my scheduled Sunday morning run. Monday was even rougher, unbelievably rougher - and I was running out of energy, adrenaline and motivation. Tuesday, day of nothing going on but I was physically, mentally and physiologically absolutely knackered beyond belief. So - two days down the pipes where I had hoped to make up for missing Sunday's run and that really did not help anything
FINALLY went out this morning - two 8 minute runs with five minute walk in between. Simples - right? I've graduated twice before and gone on to far further distances etc. I 'know' for a fact that I have the ability to actually enjoy, Ten Milers even...just a case of building up to it again. I 'know' that my legs, lungs and heart will carry me FAR further than 16 minutes if I really wanted to be silly and push to far too soon...so, should have been eminently 'doable' today, right?
Not on your Nelly. Felt like I weighed five tons and about to quit every minute - and couldn't get up any real 'interest' in the runs. Talk about simply going through the motions.
But - one wee thought not only got me out the door on what literally was probably the hardest day to do so in all the years I have been running.
It was the thought of 'Break the Chainbreaker'.
The runs were still bloody hard, but I did them. And still felt like kak at the end. But - I did do them.
We hear a good deal about "Breaking the chain of BAD habits", but it struck me that we never really hear much about breaking the chain of GOOD ones. I don't believe I have ever met anyone who has not, at some stage (and probably more than once)had a 'good' habit but for whatever reason they 'used to do it' but stopped at some point
I have a LOT of practice at trying to break bad habits, and even succeeded in a few cases LOL. But - have to say that I have broken a lot more good ones than bad over the decades.
So, feeling like ratcrap this morning I still went out. Not to 'keep up the habit of running' - ie so as not to break the chain of a good habit - but to break the habit of breaking a habit, if you can follow this torturous logic
I sure as heck did not feel like running - but I did have a tiny but noticeable urge to challenge myself to be obstinate and defy the habit of quitting something that is undoubtedly a great habit.
Call it anarchic motivation or nihilistic motivation whatever The run was, and I still 'feel' it was, very crappy.
However what feels good are two factors involved with it.
I didn't let myself be swayed by a mere feeling - running was truly tough and non enjoyable today but so what, 'worse things happed at Sea'
And I do know for certain today was just one running day among thousands I have done that were so unremarkable I don't even remember how they felt, and it was just one truly difficult one among the many that went 'great' - so I sure as heck am not going to let one lousy day turn into a new lifetime habit of NOT running.
Sometimes, at least for me, with running and some other good things that require effort, it's simply a case of deciding I am going to be extremely cantankerous, and obstinately refuse to try and convince myself I will 'enjoy' something when it really is just a case getting of my rear end and doing it anyway when it 'should' be done and the heck with 'feeling good'. If it is good for me, that's all the reason I should need to do the darn thing and somedays just leave the 'enjoying' part to the Hippies or whoever Get it done - priority number one.
Flipping gremlins - hate the wee buggers. File today on a par with that classic book on the subject - 'Alexander's horrible no good very bad day'.
Hope your miles went a lot better than mine today