my half marathon has snuck up on me rather quickly. we are 10 days out. sunday, october 6th. i am a little sentimental to this race, since its inaugural event was the first race i ran, almost exactly one year after having brody. this year will be my third year running the half marathon.
as most of you know, i have spent the last few months in a bit of a running funk, if you will. i have been running, just not much distance, and not enjoying every minute of it. i'm working my way out of it, but in the meantime... i want to talk about this weeks long run.
ten miles, ya'll.
last sunday, i headed out with the intention of running six miles. by about mile 3 and a half, i felt like i was done... i kept pushing until 4 and a half miles. by then, it was everything in my power to walk the last mile back to the car. i will admit, i was discouraged. terribly. my half was in two weeks, and i could only manage a 5k. i was under hydrated, didn't eat enough and it was HOT! blah, blah, blah.
so, i set another goal for wednesday for another attempt at a long run. i planned for 8 miles, but was secretly just hoping to complete 6 without feeling like i was miserable.
wednesday morning, i woke up to it looking like rain. i didn't need any more excuses for not getting my long run in, so i headed out anyway. i figured i would get in what i could, and if i had to finish on the treadmill that was fine too. i headed out to my local park, with the intention of completing two 4 mile loops. the gloomy-er (is that a word?) it got, it figured maybe i should alter my route to make my first loop a bit longer. i watched my heart rate monitor closely, and completed 6 miles at a pace that i felt i could sustain. i stopped for a bit of stretching and some water and headed out for a little longer. by this point, i was starting to remember how good it felt to push yourself outside of your comfort zone. i am by all means a second half runner, in that i am stronger on the second half of the race. so, i decided to attempt the 4 mile loop i had intended on.
well... i did it!
ten miles. and i lived to talk about it. it wasn't at my fastest pace, but i covered the distance. and even more... i think i enjoyed it.
i did alot of thinking during that hour or so, and i decided that maybe you stop enjoying running when it becomes work. and it becomes work when you stop doing it so frequently. i think i need some kind of a plan. after the half, i need to set some goals for how i want to spend the winter months, as it is easy for running to be put on the back burner while the weather is cold.
has anyone else dealt with a funning funk?
what helped you break it?
anyone else planning on running the cowbell half marathon in october?!