Tuesday I got a bit of a late start on my run. I probably didn’t head out the door until around 8:30am and it was already in the 80s. For some reason I decided I would run a hilly route. (For DC folks I’m talking about the Custis Trail)
I should have known as I trudged up the first hill that it wasn’t going to be a stellar run, but I just went with it.
At the turn around point, I hit up the water fountain, and instead of focusing on how slow I felt and how hot it was, I just decided to try to be grateful for the day and being able to run. Instant attitude adjustment.
And the reward for all that positive thinking came on today’s run. I have zero pictures because that’s how awesome I felt. I didn’t want to stop. Instead of running 10 minute miles, I was running an average of 9:09 with a few sub-9 min miles in there. (The last mile which is up the big hill of doom, really messed with my average). I felt like a champion. I felt redeemed from my slow day.
That’s one of the things about running – one day you can feel completely off, but the next you might feel like a million bucks. It’s taken me almost 5 years to figure that lesson out, but finally learning to be at peace with bad runs or a bad workout is one of the most amazing feelings. It’s helped me in my non-running life too. I highly recommend not being like me and learning this lesson early on.