I have not slept well for two nights now, waking every single hour. I had originally planned for my short run this morning. But, after dropping the boys all off at school, I didn’t think I could do it. The weather was dang freezing – well, not actually freezing, but pretty close. Yet, I had to turn down the heater on the way to the trails because it was putting me to sleep. I made the entire twenty minute drive, parked and still considered turning around, driving back home and taking a long nap. I knew I would hear it from hubby if I did that. You see, he suspects I’m sleeping badly because I haven’t been running as much as I usually do. Friday, in fact, was the last day I ran. Saturday I worked. Sunday I hiked with my sons. Monday, I napped and did chores before going to work in the evening.
I seriously considered sleeping in my truck parked about a quarter mile from the trail head this morning. Ludicrous? Absolutely. The ONLY thing that got me out there was this: I didn’t want to sleep with the truck running, and it was so darn cold, that I wouldn’t be able to sleep without the heater blasting. And so I exited the truck, and went for a run to The Top of the World in Laguna Beach to get warm. Simply to get warm.
I tell no lie – it was the top of Cholla Trail that beckoned me. It said, “Run up me and you will be warm!”
And Cholla did not lie either. I definitely warmed up running Cholla Trail. And I had a magnificent run the entire 6.5 miles. I felt strong for the first time in a long, long time. I was able to increase my speed here and there. And I recovered instantly upon conquering a hill. I haven’t needed to force a run in a while, which is probably why I forgot that a lot of the time, forced runs end up being the best runs.
This cold does strange things to motivation...
ReplyDeleteIt sure does Patrick! I'm thinking right now I like the cold much better than the heat. :)
DeleteGlad you got your run done! You are right, forced runs are always great.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny how it works that way Johann. I still remember the "old" days (when I first started running) when every run was a "forced" run.
DeleteIndeed forced runs are always good ones. I cant recall ever regretting *finally* getting my butt out there after all the back and forth in my head. I always feel great after and thankful for going.
ReplyDeleteI honestly don't think I've ever regretted either. Thanks for reading Khourt!!
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