A Terrific Twenty
What a beautiful day for a 20 miler!! The wind was blowing a gentle, cooling breeze off the lake. The sunshine was plentiful. And I felt like I was running on top of fluffy white clouds of happiness and bliss. 'Twas wonderful.
With many crappy long runs I've had lately I decided to go out and run it easy for distance rather than time.
Wise choice.
By the time I hit 20 miles, I felt like I could keep running...another 10k. If not more. Sure, I was sore. But my energy wasn't zapped, my legs weren't dead and I felt as if I could have run it significantly faster.
Home girl even managed negative splits.
When I got back to home base I indulged in some seriously delicious food and then got stretched out by the fine folks of Athletico. Seriously. They rock. And they left me feeling like a million bucks!
But that's not the best part.
I was finally able to lose myself when running. And it only took me four years to get to that point.
In the past, I'd be at whatever mile and just dreading the rest of the run. I'd focus on what I had left rather than how far I'd gone. As a result, I'd let my mind get all negative and my legs would move slower. It was frustrating...and delivered frustrating results, too.
But today...today I was able to soak up my music and get in a zone. One foot in front of the other and before I knew it...it was over.
And for the first time ever...
...I didn't want it to end.
If that doesn't count as a terrific twenty, I don't know what does.
With many crappy long runs I've had lately I decided to go out and run it easy for distance rather than time.
Wise choice.
By the time I hit 20 miles, I felt like I could keep running...another 10k. If not more. Sure, I was sore. But my energy wasn't zapped, my legs weren't dead and I felt as if I could have run it significantly faster.
Home girl even managed negative splits.
When I got back to home base I indulged in some seriously delicious food and then got stretched out by the fine folks of Athletico. Seriously. They rock. And they left me feeling like a million bucks!
But that's not the best part.
I was finally able to lose myself when running. And it only took me four years to get to that point.
In the past, I'd be at whatever mile and just dreading the rest of the run. I'd focus on what I had left rather than how far I'd gone. As a result, I'd let my mind get all negative and my legs would move slower. It was frustrating...and delivered frustrating results, too.
But today...today I was able to soak up my music and get in a zone. One foot in front of the other and before I knew it...it was over.
And for the first time ever...
...I didn't want it to end.
If that doesn't count as a terrific twenty, I don't know what does.
Labels: 20 Miles is a Hella Far Way to Run, Chicago Marathon
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 3:06 PM
12 Camper Comments:
Sounds perfect! Didn't you feel great when it was over? I thought those runs where it all seems to come together and your worries just slip away. Good for you ROCKSTAR!
Kelsalynn
Sounds like a heck of a run! Way to go!
Hope mine goes as well tomorrow! I do love the weather with 3 weekss to go.
That's awesome.
Sounds amazing.
And I'm super jealous.
I think that's what Eminem means when he says to "lose yourself"!
Sounds like a terrific twenty to me! It's great to have that feeling when you hate that it's over because you truely were out there loving what you were doing! Congrats :)
Awesome job, Barb!
That sounds great! Enjoy the Chicago weather!
That's fantastic! Nice job Jayhawk!
Oh, it most definitely counts.
Way to rock it out, sistah!
the runners high!! one day i shall achieve it too. nice job. later.
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