Mostly because it’s just one run, just one day.
But damn, it sure did feel great.
There were twinges in my shins and a heavy pull on my muscles at times. I will even admit to moments – mere milliseconds – of considering a shorter run. But by the time I reached the base of the hill that leads to home, I was feeling my zone. I had control of my breathing; my legs felt strong; and my manic mind was at last relaxed and happy. So I pushed farther and instead of 3.35 miles, I ran 5.60. That’s more than two extra for you math turtles out there.
I was hesitant to leave because (1) I was fatigued from shopping and driving all morning and (2) I was scared of how this run would feel. Since I decided to speak more openly about what I consider my body’s recent betrayal, I have been a tad emotional. Admitting that there actually is something amiss and my doctor taking my confession of “I’m just so tired” seriously can lead to panicked thoughts. I typically squash them faster than Taylor Swift can break up with a boyfriend, but they’re still there. There was even a moment during my run today that I allowed the thoughts to bubble up and nearly reach tear status – but then I realized that a good cry, while cathartic, would fuck up my breathing pattern and make my enjoyable run suck. So like the Queen I claim to be, I sucked it up and sweated it out.
I feel better than I have in weeks. Who knows how I’ll feel tomorrow, when I have my long run scheduled. But for today, my typically muddled thoughts are nearly clear; I finished my run in a pretty good time; and I still feel pretty great. Add in that grocery shopping is done for the first week of my next Whole 30 Challenge; I have new workout clothes; I have new makeup; and Hubby made a fantastic-smelling dinner, and today is a pretty great day.
So go ahead…
Call it a comeback.