Wednesday morning I dragged myself out of bed early in a sad attempt to start acclimating my body to morning running. Strangely enough – race directors expect people to run at o’dark thirty. So maybe getting a mile or two in each morning might help my body work a little better in the morning.
I ran 8th street from Elm to Lincoln and back, which was just slightly over one mile. And I felt like I was dying. At ¾ of a mile, I bonked and had to walk a few seconds. Lame. But I did get the run done before work, so there is that.
Wednesday night I had hill repeats on my plan. I needed a hill that would take me 2 minutes to run up, and then do 12 repeats. That didn’t exactly happen.
I warmed up a bit running over to the hill that runs from the Intermediate Center to the Primary Center in Baldwin. I did 4 repeats (2 miles). But I just could not get into a good headspace. Something about the repetition, and not having changing scenery to distract me… I started thinking about the things that set me off last year. The things that ultimately ended up making my sick and causing my systems to start shutting down. I actually stopped at the end of the 4th repeat to cry on the sidewalk. It was just too much.
Eventually, I picked myself up off the ground and decided that I would run a hilly route instead. I ran through the Primary Center parking lot, to High Street, then ran that downtown. The last hill there is a butt-kicker and I just concentrated on keeping my legs going. From there, I headed down 8th back home. I got 4 miles in, plus the mile from the morning. Sometimes you just do what you can.
I really don’t think it was the hill that was the problem on my repeats. I just need something more engaging or my mind decides to wander to bad places. If only some thoughts were more easily shut off.
Back at it again tomorrow, right?