Every now and then, I look at my stats in Strava to see where I’m at, how far I’ve run, my pace progress, etc. Last night as I was going to sleep, I looked at the Strava app on my phone to get an idea of where I’m at and I found that I’ve run exactly 250 miles since I began running in September. That’s not a lot for some people, but it’s a huge accomplishment for me. You see, I’m the guy who said he hated running and would never do it. 250 miles later, I’m looking forward to the next 250.
Never say never. I’ve stopped saying it, because almost every time I say, “I’ll never like…” or “I’ll never be a person who…”, I end up doing that thing.
I’m a runner now. I don’t run daily, but that’s more a decision based on my need to recover and heal after runs, not out of a lack of desire to run daily. I know my limitations, and to stay safe and uninjured, I need that recovery time. But now, I’m also a runner who put 250 miles behind him in six months. It does feel good.
What a bag of mixed emotions. This was another day I wasn’t really in the mood to run, yet I felt compelled and did it out of what my grandmother would call, “Duty.” It was my duty to run. I had my day off, and I didn’t want to take another two-day break, so I just got out there and did it. Started with 70 push ups as going past this was going to be work. I am happy anytime I get past 60.
I then set out for the run. It was HOT. It was nearly 85 degrees out and humid. I knew immediately that it was going to be a tough run, and I was right. Within a mile, my legs started getting sore. Normally, that doesn’t happen until around the third mile, so for it to happen after the first was unusual. With that said, I also had my best first-mile time in a very long time: 8:54/mile. The second mile was my slowest of the three, but I picked it back up for the final mile which gave me an average of 9:20/mile. I’m happy with that, as it’s my best three-mile average in a long time (if ever; I need to look that up).
When I was done with the run, I was pretty wore out. My legs were not quite cramping, but they were very sore. Mostly from the heat. I think it’s about time I start switching back over to morning runs. I hate that, because it means I have to go to sleep at between 8-9 pm, but if that’s what I have to do to get these runs in, that’s what I’m going to do.