The melting snow along the sidewalk. |
So Sunday came, and the sun rose high and began to melt away some of the piles of snow, clearing the roads and luring me out for an easy run.
It didn't feel so easy, though.
I really felt that time off my feet.
I felt like I did as a beginner runner. I had stitches, cramps, huffing and puffing...the only thing that differentiated the me of Sunday with the me of four or five years ago is that the me of Sunday has the experience to know that I can run. I have the experience of hating the first 30 minutes of a run, and then suddenly settling into it and feeling like I could run all day. I have the experience of knowing that I can huff and puff my way through a run, even if it feels bad. I have the experience of knowing when I'm causing any real damage, and when I'm just being a suck.
And, trust me, that experience was worth its weight in gold on Sunday. Because at around the 25minute mark, I suddenly began to feel into my run. And even though I had planned just a small loop, by the time my 7.5km run was over, I was wishing that I had planned a full 10km run, I was feeling so invigorated.
Even though this is just the beginning, and 7.5kms is a long way away from 21kms or 42kms, which are my main goals, I also now have the experience of knowing that longer runs have to begin somewhere, so no matter what your starting point is, just get out there and start!
For me, even though I'd love to think that by now my starting point would be longer or faster or easier or better somehow, I have the experience to know that it's not where you begin, but how you end that matters (oh, and the journey that gets you to that end), so for now, I'm happy with my sunny Sunday running starting point.
My run stats! |
Over and out,
Joy
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