Today was full of things I wanted to punch in the face.
- Oversleeping thinking I could run tonight — forgetting I had book club.
- Deciding to skip book club — selling out on Jackie — so I could run. So lame.
- Taking a standard training course twice because the first time it didn’t go through
- Being a cranky pants to my mom
- Finding out that LA Fitness STILL didn’t cancel my hubby membership (and still charging us!)
- Traffic, traffic, traffic
All really minor and stupid little things that add up. And I was a hot, cranky mess when I got home… to crying and fighting kids. *sigh*
After dinner, snuggling with the kids, and putting them to bed I had a decision — wine or run??
I was bound and determined to run at 3 o’clock, but by 7:45 I just wanted to sit on the couch. I could just run a few miles after spin class tomorrow, right??? Ha.
I hemmed and hawed and finally decided that running was the only thing that was going to get me out of my funk. Plus, I didn’t really trust myself to run after spin tomorrow. Excuses are too easy to come by.
So I pulled out my all Coldplay running playlist (note this is NOT what I make Paula listen to on road trips).
And hit the road.
It was just one of those runs. Where everything clicked and I felt like I was floating. My goal pace was half marathon pace — which is between an 8:50 and 9:00/mile pace (reality hit as I wrote those numbers! Yikes.) and I started out at a 9:05 pace. I ran mile 2 at 9:02, mile 3 at 8:47, and then got a side stitch at mile 4 that slowed me down to 9:15. I somehow pulled it together and ran the final mile at a 8:43 pace (I tried racing some cars in my neighborhood as they slowed down to go over speed bumps) — giving me a total of 5 miles in 44:50 (an 8:58 overall pace).
Sure, it wasn’t my fastest run – but it was light, easy, and it cleared my brain. It didn’t make me want to puke and there were no random foot injuries. It’s runs like this that make me fall in love with running all over again. I’m currently loving life in Runner’s High Land.
While I was dragging this afternoon — I’m glad I got over myself. And apparently I need to start chasing cars.
What gets you out of your funk? Wine or running?