Friday, June 28, 2013
Last night after work, my husband and I hit the walking/running path a few blocks from our house. My husband's plan was to run a little bit and then walk. My plan was to run 3-4 miles, depending on how the run was going. About a mile and half into my run, though, I realized that I was just not feeling the run. I felt nauseous, sore, wore out. I don't know if it was because it was a hot and I wasn't hydrated enough, or if it was what I ate for lunch, or perhaps it was the worry and stress that has built up over the last couple of weeks due to an ongoing project at work or my friend who is in the hospital recovering from a triple by-pass. Regardless, I felt really discouraged, but I knew that no matter how much I tried to push myself, I wasn't going to be able to finish the run. So instead, my husband and I decided to expand the walk around town, and we ended up walking for about an hour. My legs feel it this morning, so I think we got a good workout.
It wasn't that long ago that I would have just given up and went home as soon as I realized a good run wasn't happening. And then I would have spent the rest of the night beating myself up about it. " Why couldn't I just push through it? Why am I such a slug? Maybe this running stuff is just not for me." That voice tried to come out last night, but instead an even louder voice spoke up in my head: "Your body needs a break from running tonight. Walk instead. Enjoy the fresh air. Enjoy spending time with your husband. Wow, my legs feel great - this isn't the workout I planned on doing tonight, but this will do!"
When I got home, I was so proud of myself. It's not about how fast or how hard you move, the important thing is to just MOVE.