I've been horrifically MIA this week and for that I sincerely apologize. I probably should have written a quick coffee date post to let the internet know I was still alive, but I wasn't feeling well so I decided to watch terrible horror movies on Netflix and eat lentils instead. Sue me.
In any case, I was feeling better today so I decided to go ahead and do my long run after breakfast. If there's one thing I've learned about running it's that some runs are done with your body but others are done with your head. Today's run was all in my head. It was okay at first. I had my music going, 32 ounces of cold water at the ready, and fresh legs from my week off. It started getting hard about 4 miles in, though. My body started telling me I should stop because I hadn't been feeling well all week, and 4 miles was long enough anyway. One of my knees started bothering me and the other one soon followed. My hips started getting sore. I had to take a bathroom break at some point. I started getting hungry again around mile 5 and somewhere around mile 6 I got a cramp in my side. My body was not interested in running 7 miles today but I ran 7 miles anyway by telling myself over and over that I could do it in my head. By the time I hit 7 miles and started my cool down I was tired, sore, and hungry, but feeling remarkably accomplished.
Running has never been easy for me, and I don't imagine it ever will be. I've found, though, that most things in life worth doing are a challenge. It's August 4, my half marathon is on September 28, and running 7 miles today felt like breaking down a huge mental barrier. Running 6 miles was a huge milestone (giggle, that's funny!), but today I kept thinking that if I were running the half today and I got to the 7 mile mark, I would be over halfway to the finish line. And if you're already halfway there, you may as well keep pushing to the end, right?