Running in the rain. Yippee. Catching my lack of enthusiasm? I procrastinated until about 6:30 tonight to do my run.
The first hundred yards was awful. That whole legs-not-working thing. And call me OCD, but I didn’t want to get all muddy. (My shoes are still pretty right now!) So instead of running on the dirt edge of the path I ran on the concrete. Which I know is bad for your knees. Took it easy and did more of a “jog” than “run” I suppose.
But something weird happened. When I did this same route on Monday, I did approximately the same pattern of running and walking I had been doing on the treadmill. But today I reached the place where I had started walking on Monday, and I wasn’t ready to walk. I wasn’t breathing hard or hurting. So I kept going. I ran all the way to my turnaround point. And I was still feeling good. Probably helps that it was slightly downhill, but still, yay!
And, oh goodness, dare I say it? In spite of the rain and the fact that I was, ya know, running, I actually.. maybe.. kinda had a little bit of.. fun? I’m not saying that I loved it, but.. um.. I didn’t really hate it. Now that’s weird. And lest you think I’ve overnight turned traitor and become a running enthusiast, let me assure that going back (and uphill) was not fun. I did have to put a walk in the middle of that. Probably a total of 1.7 mi running and 0.3 mi walking.
But still, weird…