So I hope my running posts don’t bore you…if they do I’m sure you just skip them anyway…
Anyone who runs knows that
running is as mental as it is physical.
And that is one of the reasons I like to write about running. Actually, that is basically the umbrella reason that encompasses all of the little reasons that I do it.
First of all, recording at least some of my runs this way helps me to remember the joy that I get from running. And remembering is important to fueling the constant and continual self motivation that gets me out of bed the next time, and the next time…
The former reason applies in the present, obviously, but even more importantly, I think, is how it will help me in the future. The future being after I have another baby. See, when I’m pregnant I do not run. Not because I don’t want to…quite the contrary…but because I am unable to. I am too sick, tired and weak during the first third to half…and by the time I am “well” again I am suddenly sporting a big belly and am completely out of shape from having just spent the previous few months on the couch. It is thus very frustrating to have to start from scratch after each baby, getting back into shape and back into running. I am hoping that the next time it will be easier if I can look back to these posts and draw inspiration from them, knowing that if I stick with it, eventually I will get back to this point again.
Also, I benefit more from my running if I am able to dwell on the benefits that I derive from it. I get too caught up in the day following a run to think much about the run…sure my body thinks about it, if it’s sore…but it’s nice to sit down and mentally dwell on a run once in a while.
And, if I can talk about my runs here, then I can bore my husband less with detailed accounts directly to him. (My husband never complains or gives me a hard time about talking his ear off on occasion, but sometimes I wonder if he tires of it).
So there are a few of the reasons I do this.
That said, as I was cooling down from my Thursday morning run…pushing the kids again (as an aside, I really need to adjust to this time change already, or just get to bed earlier, because far too many of my runs these past two weeks have been pushing the double jogger), I decided that pushing an (almost) four-year-old and (almost) two-year-old in a stroller for four miles at a 9:10 pace is more difficult than running 20 miles at an 8:50 pace without the stroller. Sure, the 20 miles is more of a mental challenge, but physically I think Thursday’s run was harder. I may change my opinion on this after my next 20 miler; I’m remembering a run from over six months ago for this comparison, and it could be that I just have rose-colored vision in hindsight.