So I’m finally starting to get back into running. I ran my long run for the weekend Friday afternoon after I got off work and I felt pretty decent the entire time and I finally found the ‘zone’ that I couldn’t get myself to hit for so long. The period where you can just run and nothing hurts and you are just kind of zoinked out. It’s the best part about running and when you start running longer distances, and you can’t seem to hit that zone, it becomes a little difficult. Finally I found myself there again.
On Saturday I went to the gym, got in a quick mile and did some weights and biked 5 miles. We did some heavy lifting aka moving and kept it pretty low key this weekend which was great because when I woke up for my morning run this morning I was actually ready to go and knew I wouldn’t have any trouble getting in my 8 miles again this morning. It was a little bit drizzly out this morning but I wore my LA Marathon hat and pumped up my jams and just went out there and ran. I also stopped for 10 minutes and did 200 sit ups and 50 push ups. I finally am feeling like myself again.
When I got home I was shocked to see my pace was at 8:19 for the 8 miles. I felt like I was running hard, heck I even had to slow myself down at certain points, but I didn’t know I was running that hard.
As I was running this morning I was thinking about my sluggy life over the past twoish months and it made me realize something. It’s not that much of a brain buster but I was just thinking that the only person who can motivate myself is myself. I can read a million blogs about BQing, and racing and running. I can watch a ton of movies about running and racing. I can go through my old pictures and I can go out and run, but if I don’t want to, it’s not going to fare well. This morning I wanted to. Finally. The feeling is back!
And now my back is sore from all those push ups. But a good sore!