These past 8 months have been miserably long as a foot injury has prevented me from running as I would like. Running is my stress relief and without that I feel a little crazy.
This fall I started working with a chiropractor to help me with my foot issue. Much of it I can blame on genetics and just the way my feet are made. With a little help and some stretching and exercises, I am slowly getting back to normal. (That’s relative at this point.)
Thankfully today, I was able to run 11 miles. It was warm and beautiful outside this morning, with the shining sun and the cool breeze. A perfect spring day for a light jog.
[The prideful part of me wants to wear a t-shirt for every other jogger that says “I am running 11 miles, you should clap for me.” Yeah….probably shouldn’t.]
Yesterday, I was telling my students that I had this long run to do today, and they look at me like I am crazy. They even said, “Girl, that’s crazy, no way I’m ever gonna do that.” (I get that a lot from them. My random singing and dancing doesn’t help that either.)
I started describing to them why I do it and what it is like to run that much. And then today as I was running I started reflecting on my thoughts every mile or so. I thought I would share it, maybe you relate or maybe you just think I am crazy.
Thoughts on every mile I ran today:
Mile 1: “Oh, it is a beautiful morning for a run. I am so ready for this.”
Mile 2: “Breathe, you have a long way to go. 9 more miles.”
Mile 3: “I am feeling pretty good, I am glad I ate all that food yesterday. ” “I am so thankful I have legs to run.”
Mile 4: ” 2 miles from the turn around point. Do I smell waffles?”
Mile 5: “I definitely should have eaten more yesterday.”
Mile 6: “I need energy beans and more water.”
Mile 7: “One foot in front of the other.” (Looks towards people sitting at a restaurant.) “Curse you smart people who don’t run.”
Mile 8: “Am I done yet….”
Mile 9: I begin to question all my life choices that have lead to this point.
Mile 10: “I am strong, I am an athlete.” (Insert Kelly Clarkson song here.)
Mile 11: “Death, this is what you feel like. Are my insides going to fall out? I can’t do it, not one more step. I am really going to die.”
When I am finished: “Oh my gosh, I did it! What can I eat now!” (Insert Endorphins here.)
Training like this definitely takes a toll, but what I feel at the end is definitely worth it. The fact that I can eat pancakes and reward myself with an almond milk latte makes that run worth it.
Running also reminds me that sometimes the process is painful and frustrating and confusing, but the end results are worth the struggle and the fight. I do enjoy the running part a bit too.
What about you, do you run or have something that might be thought as crazy, but you love the end results? Or do you think I am just crazy?