Wouldn’t it be great if we were motivated to run or work out every day? Alas, we aren’t. Yesterday was a particularly un-motivating day. (Is “un-motivating” even a word? Now it is…) After an 8-hour shift at work, I was looking for every excuse in the book to not run, including how the 87 degrees would likely leave me either dried up on the side of the trail or melted into the pavement leading up it. Then, something happened: I remember how I missed top 15 for my age group during the Bolder Boulder race by 4 seconds, arriving at the finish line in 17th place. Only top 15 for each age group received medals in this race, and I had really wanted that bling. I also remembered that Pikes Peak Marathon is right around the corner. You see, I only qualified for the 6th wave based on the Boulder Rez Marathon I ran last October, but I begged them to place me in wave 1 based on recent races showing significant improvement. So now, I have even more pressure to have a strong finish. As a result, I got my butt off the couch, and announced to my husband that I was going to go out for a run, but that he should order some pizza and salad.
Murphy’s Law is an asshole, I tell you. Just as I was exiting the apartment, the pizza guy showed up with that warm, delicious, and ever so tempting pizza at my door. Really? I mean, couldn’t he have arrived maybe 2 minutes? After thinking (only for a moment) that this was yet another sign that the universe didn’t want me running yesterday, I gave the middle finger to Murphy’s Law, and went on a 5k sprint interval session. I don’t always boast about my speed, but when I do, it’s because I surprise myself. Last year this time, I could barely squeeze in a sprint under 10 minutes per mile, and yesterday’s workout looked like this:
For the first time in a very long time, I felt good about running despite not wanting to run initially. Sometimes, it is so freaking hard to get out there, that it almost hurts. We all have our doubts. I am not an elite runner, but I imagine they have doubts, too. Running is a mental sport also, and the mental aspects of it don’t just show up on the trails. Sometimes, I don’t want to do my scheduled workout. Okay; this happens more than I’d like to admit. That’s when I look at my past, I look at my goals, maybe watch a couple motivational videos, and get my butt out there, because I know that at the end of the day this will help me achieve said goals. It also helps when you have pizza with a side of salad waiting for you at home.
Bonus: if you’re a nursing mom, your post-run ab-workout and stretching session may include a “gymnurstics” and a baby falling asleep on you. Yesterday was a good day, after all.