Training runs
Yes, I have been running. A few observations from my most recent training runs:
This past Saturday I was scheduled to run 20 miles in preparation for the Dublin Marathon on Oct 30th. I met a fellow Team in Training Coach @ 5:30 AM to get a 10-miler in before the Team training session began at 7:00 AM. Running with Scott always pushes me as he is generally much faster and also much younger (by about 20 years).
We completed our 10 miles and I then joined the rest of the Team. The next 10 miles (which turned into only 8 miles) I ran with another TNT coach (also a fast runner). At some point during our return trip I said something about not being sure if running with Scott was good for me or not, as it always makes the 2nd half of my run challenging. Terry said; "You're just allowing your mind to tell you that - you don't have to believe it".
I thought about what he had said. He was right. I was telling myself a story about how I thought things were and choosing to believe it. So...I told myself a different story. I told myself that I could hold the pace and finish the run. And I believed it. Once I did that I finished ahead of the entire group.
Which makes me think - what stories do we tell ourselves that aren't actually true? What would happen if we told ourselves a different story?
This morning's run?
I got up @ 4:30 AM to meet a friend to run. It had been raining throughout the night - at times heavily. However, when I looked out the window it appeared to be only a light rain with a temperature of 55 degrees, so I decided to go ahead.
Once I arrived at her house, although the lights were on, it soon became obvious she was not coming out. I had two choices - go home and get back in bed. (Unlikely that I would go back to sleep.) Or, I could go ahead and run by myself - in the dark and the rain. You know which one I chose. It turned out to be a wonderful run - light rain, mist, then heavier rain... and wind... and falling temperatures. Even though the conditions deteriorated, I enjoyed the solitude of the run. I didn't see anyone on the trail - very unusual to see no one at all.
There is something about running in the rain that is so cleansing. I've always loved the sound of rain especially at night. To be able to run in the rain, hear the rain against the tree leaves and feel the rain is truly a joy. Little kids love that experience. Why do we outgrow that? Why exactly do we stop jumping in the puddles?
By the way... I hit many puddles and came back with my shoes soaked! :)
Next time you see a puddle - jump in it and think of me!