Blue skies, bright sun and a gentle breeze with just a splash of chilly; it seemed like the perfect recipe for a run. Too bad my body didn’t feel the same way.
I wouldn’t really call myself a runner. Jogger is probably a more accurate description but since runner sounds a little more athletic I guess that’s the term I’ll go with. I’ve been running off and on for 30 years now and I love it when my body is with me. Those are the days when my legs glide across the pavement and my heart and lungs work together effortlessly. I felt that way just last week. It was a damp and dreary day. I laced up my shoes and threw on my favorite sweatshirt. Step one felt great, step two felt better and off I went down the street with a smile on my face.
Today was a little different. The weather was perfect, so it seemed to me the run would be the same. Step one felt awkward. Step two felt like I should stop and go back home. Today wasn’t about the legs and the heart and the lungs. Today was all about mind over matter; getting my mind to convince my legs to keep pumping no matter how much they didn’t want to.
The mind won out in the end. As I walked toward the front door I took in the blue sky and raised my head toward the sun. I smiled, happy to have stuck it out.
Awesome--even after years of running, there are always awkward days. This is perfect weather for it. I'm living vicariously through your description.
ReplyDeleteI resonated with your post. Most of my days are mind-over-matter days when it comes to running! Luckily, my mind usually kicks the matter's butt, and I make it... I am also much more of a jogger than a runner, but agree completely that it feels much better to call myself a runner. :)
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