Thursday, August 15, 2013
Yesterday, I didn't feel well, tired and sluggish and bothered by girlstuff, so I decided to take a rest day instead of doing the cross-training that was on my current training schedule. I failed to get to bed early as planned, and I dreaded waking up at 6:30 this morning to get out and run. When I woke up, I dutifully got into my running clothes, dragging my butt through the motions, feeling horrible. Not sick-horrible, just not-enough-sleep horrible. Going back to bed wasn't an option, though. I had to get through this run and back to the house by the time my oldest son left for bandcamp. I don't mind leaving my boys home with him for an hour while I run, but my other two are not quite old enough for me to be comfortable with them home alone.
I went out into the hot, muggy morning - 78 degrees at 7am and 90% humidity - and started walking to warm up. Half a mile later, I started running, expecting to limp through the 2.5 miles on today's schedule at a slow pace, cramp in my side, breathing heavy, sweating profusely, miserable the whole time. To my surprise, the moment I started running, I felt better. Abdominal cramps disappeared, my body felt lighter, and I barely noticed the heat/humidity. The first mile was mostly uphill, but I barely noticed that, either. My heart rate was much lower than normal, even though I kept up a 5mph pace (a pace I usually can't sustain on uphill stretches). The next 1.5 miles went by faster, closer to a 5.2-5.3 mph pace, and my heart rate was even lower (because these were mostly downhill). I felt really, really good. Great. I was smiling while I ran, which is just crazy. I ended up finishing the 2.5 miles in 29 minutes. I know that's a slow pace for runners, but for me, that's closer to race-pace, and I wasn't feeling tired at all. I could have gone on much longer!
The walk home was a bit longer (1.75 miles), but went by pretty fast because I was going at 4mph or faster, all while feeling just great about it. I got home in plenty of time to see my oldest off to bandcamp, did some extensive stretching, played with the little program my husband built me to track my virtual progress to Carlsbad (I'm now 51 miles into the trip!), took a shower, and made breakfast. While breakfast was the same as every morning - Vega plant-based protein shake with peanut butter, frozen strawberries, and frozen blueberries - it tasted like the best thing I'd ever eaten. And I still can't stop smiling.
It's just one of those days where everything feels RIGHT. Surprising, considering the way I woke up this morning. I haven't felt that strong and good on a run since January. I hope this runner's high lasts for the rest of the day!!