This morning I was not in the mood to run. Scratch that. The mood started last night. I was getting discouraged. Thoughts going through my head were: I’m tired, I’m such a slow runner, I haven’t lost any weight, and I really would like the “runner’s high” I keep hearing about.
Then I didn’t sleep good. I did go to bed at a reasonable hour, but woke up half way through and never got back to a solid sleep.
So this is how it all went down:
5:30-Woke up from alarm I had set. Still discouraged definitely not wanting to run.
5:40-Got up and got ready.
5:45-Out the door. Got my apps started. Started my 5 minute warm-up walk.
5:50-Begrudgingly start to run. Thinking about all the reasons I should just quit now.
5:55-Been running for 5 minutes. Maybe if I speed up my pace I’ll get that “runner’s high”.
6:00-10 minutes, still no high. I hate running. Maybe I’ll quit when I get to the bridge.
6:05-15 minutes, I still want to quit. Then I realize it will take me longer to get home if I walk.
6:10-20 minutes, Only 5 minutes more and I will have made it as far as last week.
Extreme side ache. Pain. A good reason to stop. The pain slowly subsides.
6:15-25 minutes, only 3 minutes left! Surely I can make it 3 more minutes!
6:18- 28 minutes. Over. I finished. I STILL hate running, but I did it.
So I finish my cool down walk, then I tweet my run.
I check my distance and time and realize I have the best time and farthest distance I have ever had! That totally brightened my mood.
Maybe I really don’t HATE running, but it definitely doesn’t come easy. It’s hard work, but I’m going to “keep moving forward”.
Thank you, God for not giving me what I wanted, but for giving me what I needed.