Today was supposed to be an interval workout. My legs are still sore from running Badger on Saturday. (!!!) I hoped the mile warm-up would be enough to convince them to bend to my will. My hopes were dashed.
Truth be told, I could have done it. If I wasn’t five days away from a half-marathon, I would have done the interval workout on tired legs. But with a race this close, whiny legs win over grit & determination. Gotta keep those pistons happy!
Here’s the thing with running for me: I almost always have to talk myself into doing it. No matter how “pumped” I am, I waver. I usually have to force myself to drive to wherever I’m running. I have to force myself through the first mile. Generally, once I make it through that first mile, I’m all-in.
This is also why I almost never run on a treadmill. Running is already unfathomably boring. If you’re one of those people that feel so alive while running you keep bursting into song, I don’t want to hear about it. Go write your own blog. For me, it’s work. I enjoy it, but every run is a means to an end, not a thing I do for the sake of doing it. I never understood why runners were always looking for new places to run. Geez – just walk out your front door and go running. Well, now I get it – it’s kinda dull. No, it’s crazy dull. Sweet Jesus’ favorite sweater vest is it dull.
The other reason I don’t run on the treadmill – as if the soul-crushing dullness wasn’t enough – is that when I’m running outside, I have to get back to where I started. If I could hit the pause button on my Garmin and be transported back to my home or my vehicle, I’d never finish a workout.
Tomorrow is a cross-training day. I’m hopeful doing dishes counts as cross-training. (Just kidding – I’m intending to go for a walk in the evening.) I’m trying to give my legs as much rest & recovery as I can. Wednesday’s workout is a four-mile run at an “easy” pace. I’m keeping my fingers crossed the legs will be less whiny.