There’s always the aftermath of what? Usually it’s a race. This time is wasn’t a race, it was just a run, an ordinary run to the highest peak in our mountains. Well, not quite ordinary (see last post). I got a cramp that lasted THREE DAYS.
Though I rested Monday, I did go on a hike with my oldest son. Planned to visit the gym. Didn’t.
Tuesday, I left my house later than planned, arriving on the trails after 7AM. I decided to run my normal loop in Aliso/Wood Canyons counter-clockwise instead of clockwise. Running up Meadows this morning didn’t seem like the best idea with the cramp, so I decided to run my loop counter-clockwise, which makes for a longer, yet gradual climb.
The weather was cool and cloudy. Relief.
I met running friend on West Ridge and we chatted a bit. I felt fine, not too quick, but my mood was pretty neutral. Then sometime into this run, a dark cloud of gloom appeared above my head. Depressed, I began the terrible self-talk, things like, “I pretty much SUCK at everything I do. EVERYTHING.” This sort of thing happens to me more than I wish. And it usually happens after a big run, usually a marathon.
Such thoughts are not good for running. They were painful, so once I could no longer stand the wallowing, I forced those thoughts out of my mind. The only way that I could keep them gone was to run with a completely blank mind. Which I did.
Miles run on Tuesday: 9.63