I woke up stressed as hell yesterday morning. I had an anatomy practical later in the day that was worth 31% of my grade. I had spent the last 2 days studying for an immunology exam as well as 4 other exams I had on the docket for the week. I had barely moved in 2 days. I knew what I needed to keep from exploding like a supernova. I could have chosen 10 pounds of chocolate. I could have chosen a 6 pack of raspberry hard ciders, gluten free, of course. However, my body was craving a run the most. So that is what I did.
Naturally, I had to take the weimies with me. If you have weims, you will understand this. If you don’t exercise them, they tend to chew up couch cushions, mattresses, etc. Not good. Not good at all.
Anyway, they were excited to go. They are always excited to go for a run or anywhere for that matter. I put their harnesses on, and we were out the door. The first mile was brutal. My dogs haven’t mastered the art of endurance runs. They like to sprint out of the gate. We were keeping a solid 7:15 min/mile pace for the first mile. On our first hill, they decided to sprint up it (and ALL the hills for that matter). According to my garmin, we were hitting 6:15’s up a VERY steep long hill. My lungs were on fire, and my quads were burning. Thank goodness there was a cool breeze that morning. It felt great on my bare legs. It was a good day to wear shorts. The sun was shining and I could feel the warmth on my skin. I smiled the entire way up this hill (in between very labored breathing).
Do you remember when you were a kid, and you just ran for the hell of it? I would chase my sister around, and not even think about my pace or how I felt. I just ran. Kinda the same way as playing tag as a kid. It was fun. That was the way I felt on this hill. It kinda hurt, I’m not gonna lie…BUT it was fun. My dogs are kinda the same way. They just run. They don’t think about their pace or their heart rate or really anything else other than maybe chasing after that cat or squirrel. They just run.
I’ve been avoiding adding back speedwork into my running because I’m afraid of getting injured again. I think it is time though. I can feel it. It is time for track work, and I’m actually excited about it.
I am so guilty of putting these imaginary “restrictions” on my training. I was talking to the hubs last week about this as well. He made a good point that I just need to build my confidence up again, and it was natural to have these “fears” when I haven’t pushed myself in a while due to injury.
Are you guilty of this as well?
P.S. I survived my first 3 tests with great scores. Two more to go. That run helped a lot, and I’m very grateful to my little running partners. 😉 They don’t let me get away with any slacking!!