This week was rough. I started off on Tuesday for what was supposed to be an easy two-mile run. Unfortunately, the aftermath of the freak snownados that hit Louisville that day provided a brisk, freezing wind in my face for almost the entire run. It’s been my toughest run yet.
Thursday, I ended up working late, so I had to hit up the treadmill at the gym. It was only three miles, so I thought watching the Alabama-Vandy game would provide some distraction. It ended up being one of the most dreadful basketball games I’ve seen this season, which seemed to add to the boredom of running like a hamster on a wheel.
Then came this weekend’s run. I was actually looking forward to getting out for a nice, long (to me) run, but when it came time to roll out of my comfy warm bed and get out there, I wasn’t feeling it. I forced myself up and over to the park, filled with feelings of dread and oh-so-little desire to be cold. My training buddies were there, all ready to go. That provided some instant motivation. We chatted for a bit before making one loop around the park. I was starting to feel a bit like I couldn’t finish the whole thing, but pushed on anyway. Once we made it out of the park and into the neighborhoods, I began to feel a lot better.
I love my little group. Amie rocks a bright yellow coat that you can see for miles. Brad and I are on the same skill level. It’s been particularly fun tweeting back and forth with him as we complain and celebrate. Dawn pushes herself to finish no matter what. And Ben provides the crazed determination of a seasoned runner. There are others who’ve run with us (who I also love to run with), but this is the group that has been the most consistent.
I can’t stress enough how much easier it is to run with someone than by yourself. The short routes I ran this week alone were ten times harder than my long run this weekend. In fact, at mile 4, we were running at a 12:05 pace. I was determined to get in under 12:00, so I pushed extra hard up our last
big ginormous hill and finished at 11:54. I guess, for the first time, I felt the “runner’s high.” I was elated. I think I even yelled out in glee to anyone within shouting distance. It was the longest I’ve ever run in my life, and I still had some gas left in the tank. I think everyone did. We even felt good enough to take a picture.
Next week, we’ll continue with the training guide and tackle six. Wanna run with us? We’re pretty nice folks, so if you’re nice, I’m sure you’d fit right in. Drop me a line and let me know. We’d love to have you!