You guys know how I was all chatty on yesterday about my 8 mile run coming up after I pressed publish? Well, spoiler alert, it didn’t happen.
I was at mile four, 2 miles away from my house and literally wading through water. I was dizzy, nauseous, and most importantly miserable. I was not enjoying 0.02% of my run, and so I thought to myself:
“Why am I still running?” I couldn’t think of a reason, so I stopped.
I got it in my head that if I was going to get back into running, I had to ramp up my milage STAT. No time for base building. Second week back after a two month hiatus: 7 miles, and upwards from there. Maybe not my smartest life decision.
But the thing is, there is no reason for me to feel like I have to run long if I don’t want to! On my walk/jog home, I started thinking a lot about Sarah’s post on a very similar topic – it wasn’t that she didn’t want to run, she just didn’t want to run long.
As runners, we are always competing with ourselves. Faster pace, longer run, better BQ, bigger negative splits, etc. Well, I’m not a professional runner, and don’t need to put so much pressure on myself. Everything that I do , I want to do 110% – I absolutely throw myself into my job and despise asking for time off or standing around doing nothing. During the school year, I literally study nonstop because I will not accept anything less than perfection.
But running? Running should be pressure-free. The mornings that I bound out of bed because I can’t wait to go for a run, to feel the strength and exhilaration that it brings me – that’s what I want. Hours of dreading a miserable 70 minute run…yeah not so much.
So there you have it. The 8 miler that wasn’t. There definitely will be long runs in my future – I’ll never give up on Boston – but for now, it’s all about pressure-free running. For myself. 🙂
Do you put too much pressure on yourself?