LET IT RAIN, LET IT POUR // EMBRACE THE STRUGGLE
Because, the struggle of running in the wind and pouring rain was REAL this morning!
But first, I have to brag and ramble on for at least a few paragraphs about how well I ran during Wednesday’s 4 miler. And, for once, I’m going to take the majority of the credit rather than just playing off as ideal weather conditions combined with a super motivating running playlist. Although, obviously those two factors are important when it comes to good running conditions. To start with, Wednesday was legit the first day my hamstrings felt sort of normal/recovered from Sunday’s heavy ass leg day. Oh, and there aren’t that many runs left for 2018. And the time left to get in those super fast, super fun, super memorable runs is quickly ticking away. Cue the epic playlist with songs exclusively by: Mitchell Tenpenny, Michael Ray, and Brett Young.
I know I said the music doesn’t deserve all the credit, but having an idea of the type of music I have been listening to while I run will help you see what type of mindset I’m in for like 99% of the run. Anyway, I felt unstoppable for the first 2ish miles. My pacing was on point, and I even somehow magically got my pace up to 7:46 during that first mile for a hot minute. Then came the mini hill, trip 1 down Main Street, and the whole “running is hard and I feel like I’m gonna puke my guts out any minute” MOOD. So, I did what any normal person would do, I got super into the music I was listening to, really felt every lyrics as it pounded through my ear buds, and sucked it up.
AND FINISHED STRONGER+FASTER THAN EVER. During mile 3, my best mile pace ended up being a freaking 6:30 minute mile!!! I will probably never understand how that is possible for someone like me, but it makes me incredibly proud, and hopeful for more fast runs in the year ahead. On top of that, my final and fourth mile ended up being my fastest (and hardest!) at 9:05. It’s weird looking back now, knowing that that miles was the most trying of all four…but yet it was by far the most fun. I was basically just running around in circles for the whole .60 miles, lip syncing along to the music, and struggling to breath…because running and singing simultaneously is challenging.
Then, came the rain and the wind and the fear of having to run on the dreadmill.
When I awoke at 4:15 a.m. today to the sound of pouring rain and swirling wind…I was less than thrilled about the prospect of having to run outside, even if it was just for 3 miles. I’m no stranger to running in adverse or less than ideal weather conditions, however, rain and glasses and running really don’t mix well. Plus, just the thought of my iPod getting water damaged and being out of commission for even a single day makes me feel nauseous. In the end, my hatred of the dreadmill won out, and I decided to brave the wind and ran for 3 whole miles.
Fresh off yesterday’s runner’s high, all I wanted was to run this 3 miles spectactularlously fast and enjoy every monumental moment of the run. Welp, I found out rather quickly that that just was not in the cards today. There were countless moments during mile 1 were I kept asking myself, “WHY AM I NOT RUNNING INDOORS RIGHT NOW? WHY?!?” It was a bitter cold and wet battle all the way through. Eventually, I just gave up on avoiding the puddles and succumbed to the fact that my feet were just going to be freezing cold for the entire thing. At around the 1.5 mile mark, running with my head tilted sideways trying to avoid the rain pelting my face, I had to ditch the glasses. Because, I knew I would be able to see better without them on in these treacherous conditions.
When I finally made it to the finish, drenched and shaking like a leaf, I was happy with the time I had ran. No it wasn’t my fastest, not by a long shot. But, with the rain and 20+ mph wind, it was a darn good time. I put in the effort, showed up, and busted my butt to make it 3 miles. And, more importantly than any mile time or average pace or distance, I sort of enjoyed myself. At least, I did when the wind was at my back and I was heading downhill towards the finish.