I know I just asked for an “Atta Girl” on my last post, but I’m hoping to get a pat on the back today.
Ever since I got my new shoes, my excitement for running has returned. I no longer feel pain during or after a run. I no longer hurt for the rest of the day. I no longer need to ease into walking after sitting for a while.
My legs feel GREAT.
For the last 3 weeks, my short runs have been 5 milers, not the usual 4. I’ve had a couple of 6 milers and a 7 miler in there as well.
Last week I tried an 8 mile run. I may have pushed it a bit with that. I stopped twice during the last 2 miles to alleviate the stiffness in my legs. I made it, but I was wiped out the rest of the day.
I’m a stubborn one, however, and wanted to try it again.
This time I eased my way into it. I ran a 5 mile run on Tuesday. Then a 5 mile intermittent run on Wednesday. On Thursday I rode 11 miles on my bike all in preparation for a long run today.
I was prepared mentally as well. I knew this was going to take me a while, so I got up early enough to avoid feeling rushed to get back home.
The morning was cool. The sun was just rising. And I was energized.
When I got to my turn-around point after 4 miles, I knew I had it made. I kept my pace steady and my outlook positive.
The steep hill at the end of mile 7 didn’t phase me one bit. Well, I was breathin’ a little heavier at the top of it, but I never viewed it as a challenge. It was just part of the course. After that, it was flat lands more or less for the last mile.
I believe I smiled through that entire last stretch. I felt good, even with a few muscles tightening. I was running strong. And I was beyond proud of myself.
I don’t know if I coulda made it another 5 miles, making it a half-marathon, but I tell ya…. it’s quite tempting to train for one.
My hubby has been inspirational in that regard. He has spent the last few months training for a 50 mile bike race. Tomorrow is his big day. I’m extremely sad that I can’t be there to root him on, but I’ll be there in spirit. I’m very proud of him.
Agg is inspirational as well. He has signed up for his 5th half marathon. When I first “met” him, I lived my runs through him. I never thought I’d be physically able to run for that length of time, and I’ve always admired his dedication and success.
And Abby – well, she seemed to make running sound so easy. She’d often write about running 30 miles a week, and never seemed to complain about things hurting. I found myself quite jealous, yet she was the one who turned things around for me. She was the one who introduced me to my beloved Nike Flexes.
So while I asked for a pat on the back from you all, you may have a hard time finding a break in the action. I’ve been patting my own self for hours now.
I kinda like this feeling of…
wait. What’s it called?
Oh…. self pride. I’ve missed it.