It's official, I'm pretty sure my body has decide we're in a fight and tonight I was getting the silent treatment. It's been just under three weeks since running my first half marathon. I've tried to take it easy with the running lately, logged just a few miles each time I've gone out. But with a 10K coming up this weekend I should be trying harder to get my rear in gear. I also should have enjoyed everything about tonight, leaving work on time, plenty of daylight to spare and a more than comfortable 60ish degrees outside.
So why did every step feel like a trial?! Earlier today a friend was recounting the three miles she struggled for last night. "I couldn't find a rhythm with my pace and the air was just weird... ya know?" We laughed... "the air was weird," running is such a head game it really doesn't take much to throw you off and sometimes you just can't get it back. So tonight, for me it could have been the fact that my pants wouldn't stay put, leaving me concerned I was flashing every car that passed or the new route I tried for the first time, my music was boring and a snack...totally should have had a snack... who knows? Seems if you're not feelin' it you're not feelin' in and tonight I was not. The good news is I did manage to eeek out four miles despite my head games.
Here's to hoping this spring weather continues and my body and my brain decide to kiss & make up 'cause this girl is over due for a good run!
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