I’m going to be honest with you. I did not want to go out today for a run.
My legs were sore, it was cold, and my inner child was throwing a mini tantrum.
But I recognize that I have to figure out a way to get this long run in. For whatever reason (mainly because I just don’t do it), long runs don’t happen for me on the weekends. If there’re other people around, I just don’t work out. Even if we’re getting along, I’d rather spend time with my family than spend time working out.
So, I headed out. I actually felt pretty good the first couple miles. But by mile three I could tell that I had gone out to fast.
I passed a guy running, we waved, and I kept on going. But soon, the mental demons started setting in.
My legs suddenly felt like lead. I kept telling myself just get to the next half mile. But eventually, even that didn’t do it.
My knee started hurting with each step. I tried to keep going, but it just got to the point where I felt like I couldn’t run anymore. So I started to walk.
I had been walking for a couple of minutes when I passed the same runner that I had seen before. I think I must’ve had a look on my face like I was having some problems, because he said something interesting to me as we passed.
“Isn’t it great that we have a chance to get outside with weather like this in February?”
And he was right. The sun was shining, the temperature wasn’t too horrible, and it was altogether a pretty nice day.
So I decided to try and enjoy the last mile. I didn’t worry too much if I felt llike I had to walk, because at least I was outside.
I didn’t worry too much if my knee was bothering me, because I knew I could stretch when I got home.
I didn’t worry too much that the run hadn’t gone like I had hoped, because I knew this was just one run of many.
What we see depends mainly on what we look for. ~John Lubbock
