My confession of fatigue and general ho-humminess (not a word) last post was cause for concern to some of you. OK, maybe just one of you (mom), but please know that I’m back in full form this week.
I tackled an 8-miler Saturday and, even though it was a solo run, I had a blast. I’m used to running longer runs with friends, so anything more than six or seven miles on my own is something I try to avoid. However, last year I had to do it on my own after signing up for a 10-mile race and half marathon with no running partners to speak of, so the solo training began.
When I set out Saturday morning, I had the route laid out in my mind. Like any good, obessesive runner, I lay my plan out a day or two before the run and execute with little to no variation. I’ve written about this before. You’d think I’d figure out a little variation can do a girl some good.
I decided somewhere about halfway through to change things up. Rather than doubling back along the same path, I kept going.
I passed my usual turn-around and ran through a tunnel that connects the miriad of running paths in my subdivision. I ran through three more of them before my run was complete.
It was fun discovering these tunnels. I’m sure on most weekends they are packed with families: dads hauling bike caddies full of little ones, moms pushing jog strollers, kids scooting their way along a family walk. But early Saturday the tunnels were all mine.
My footsteps echoed as I ran through them. The morning light made them dark, shadowy and a wee bit eerie. They threw off my sense of direction every time I ran through one, under a road and onto a new part of the path I had never run before.
I smiled my way through this run. I made good time — with exception of the same hilly mile-and-a-half to two-miles that always slows me down near the end. It had been a rough week running, a rough week at work, and a rough week in general. I finally felt like I was back in this after plodding through a few days earlier in the week.
The best part? While it was cold during my 8 miles, it warmed up to nearly 60 degrees by the end of the day. Sunday was even warmer.
So here’s to long runs and new routes this spring — because it’s almost here. I can feel it.
Running log below. Also, just an update for my friends thinking about running the 2014 Blue Ridge Marathon (America’s Toughest Road Race) with me: I did not win the random drawing. Don’t know whether to be bummed or relieved. But this certainly begs the question: What now? Blue Ridge? Destination marathon? Hmmm…
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