Let’s face it. Some runs just aren’t meant to be good runs. Sometimes, running is wonderful. You feel free, loose, fast. You get in that trance-like state that happens on good long runs. Today was not one of those days.
I think the problem began at work. Things have been extra crazy lately, requiring long hours and lots of working breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. It’s been a stressful time, and the early mornings and late nights (and, admittedly, the stress-related Girl Scout cookie binges) are taking their toll. This morning, my alarm went off, alerting me that it was time for track day. I took a quick survey of my status.
Sleep – bad
Diet – bad
Stress level – bad
Headache – present
I went back to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up for another try at the track. Not much had changed, but I decided to get out there anyway. It should come as no surprise that the run was bad. I felt sluggish and miserable. My Garmin died two intervals into my workout. It just sucked. I pushed through, but it was’t pretty or pleasant.
It’s runs like these that make me appreciate the truly beautiful runs. No matter how bad any one run may be, running is pretty cool. It’s the bad runs that make the good runs great.
So, I’m moving on from my bad run – by hopping on a plane to DC. I’m doing part of a conference for work, then, on Saturday, running the Rock N Roll USA Half Marathon with a friend. I’m sure we will have a fun time. Here’s hoping that the running is good…