The past two long runs have been hard... like, really hard. It took everything in me to just keep going, putting one foot in front of the other. I couldn't stop thinking about how not enough air was getting into my lungs, each mile was so tough, etc. I felt physically and mentally drained.
Then I have amazing, earth-shattering runs, like the one this morning. By mile 3 my legs kicked in and running felt effortless. My heart rate was down, my breathing was regulated, I felt like I could run forever. I went 8 miles and then it was time to get home so I could get the kids ready for an Easter egg hunt. I'm not sore. My lungs feel great. Runs like these remind me again why I really love running. Yes, I have to endure some nasty runs that make me question my little 'obsession' but then I have runs like this and I realize I'll take the bad runs, just as long as I get runs like this every once in awhile... and maintain my buff calves. ;)
Cub camp. Potentially my last :(
4 days ago