6 CHILLY MILES // SUNDAY FUNDAY
This morning’s run was the first official run in fall weather…and it was kind of perfect.
I mean, aside from running on tired legs, the pitch black darkness, and getting spooked by Halloween decorations and my own shadow. It’s never a dull moment on my runs, especially these longer ones. Obviously, my only real goal was to make it 6 miles without any unnecessary stops or pain. I was actually able to accomplish this, which is super surprising considering all the craziness of those 6 miles. All the moments when I couldn’t possible fathom making it another block, let alone another 2-3 miles.
Usually, I’m not scared about running in the dark. By now, I’ve just sorta gotten used to it. Running the same streets, the same 2 mile loops, seeing the same scenery with every step. But, for some reason, this morning was different. Maybe it was the chill in the air, or the nervousness of running 6 miles for the first time post injury. Or, just how scary it is these days to do virtually anything outside alone, at any time of day. Either way, it wasn’t anything like the carefree runs of this time last year.
It all started with a few streets lights going out around the 2 mile mark.
Right as I was approaching, and then switching back on like nothing had even happened. It felt planned, like something out of American Horror Story. I half expected to see a clown or 5 come creeping out from the shadow darkness that surrounded me. I tried my damnest to not let this get to me, slow me down, or talk me out of going the distance. I kept on pushing, kept on telling myself that I could do it. Reminded myself of how fantastic it felt to run in the cool, crisp September air. How amazing it was to run without pain, even though I wasn’t running the fast times of last fall.
That second 2 mile lap went by in the blink of an eye. Before I knew it, I was climbing the mini hill, without struggling or wishing I could take a short break to catch my breath. Yeah, I had totally missed getting that train passing through town break by a good 5 minutes or so, but it didn’t matter. Because, I wanted this run to last forever, to hold onto this feeling of sheer joy. Joy at being able to physically and mentally tackle this distance after everything my body (and mind) has been through this year.
In fact, it’s a wonder my body has done so well through this whole rehabbing from injury thing.
I though for sure I would fall apart during that first 5 miler just a week ago. Or, that I would only make it through that first week of restricted mileage, say screw it, and go back to my 35-40 mile pain filled weeks. But, somehow, I mad e it through. All those mornings of power walking instead of running, holding myself to a mere 3 miles, when I knew I mentally needed 6 or 7. It all brought me to today, this morning’s 6 miler with absolutely no hip or pelvic pain. Yeah, it wasn’t a record breaking time, and I about had a hear attack both times I ran past the creepy scarecrow during my final mile. But, I did it. I didn’t give up when shit got hard.
I ran my first 6 mile run at 9:44 mile pace. And, if that wasn’t good enough, I then proceeded to PR on both back squats (170x1) and front squats (140x2) during my leg day post run. I just felt so good, so strong. Which, doesn’t happen a whole lot these days. These are the kind of workouts that I live for. The reason I get up at 4:15 a.m. six times a week, push my body to it’s limits when playing it safe would be so much smarter. Because, on days like today, I am the best version of myself. The girls I was pre-2018. When everything was so much simpler, and I was still very much young and naive.