and another thing…

After I posted this morning I realized something…this running thing has quietly changed me.  Not in the obvious ways either.  Yes I am stronger, yes I can run farther, yes I am running ‘short runs’ now that used to be my longest run ever.  No, its even more subtle than that. In addition to my endurance scale, my entire motivational scale has shifted.

You see, just short months ago, I would have simply looked at the rainy day and gone back to bed.  It didn’t take much for me to cave about a work out…too cold, too wet, too tired, too lazy.  It was a quick and simple equation of don’t want to+ don’t feel like it = oh well, tomorrow’s another day.  It was quite common for me to skip a morning run, promising myself “I would run it a bit later”, only to reach the end of the day and imagine that…I just didn’t find the time to run after all. I was a habitual offender.

Today, it wasn’t just Super-Husband motivating me to get out there and run (although it certainly helped), it was little old me.  My legs were tired: run anyway.  I was tired: run anyway.  It was wet and actively raining!: run anyway.  I don’t want to: RUN ANYWAY.  OK.

This is a new me, and I’ll be honest, I like it.  We all do things every day that we don’t exactly feel like doing…work, school, housework…we do it because it is the right thing to do.  Actions and inaction have consequences.  Why did I let fitness slide because I was busy or didn’t feel like doing the work? When did feeling fit and exercising become any less important than the other ‘have to’s’ in my life?

I have a training schedule now. This new shift in my attitude, this is the difference between signing up for a race and  being able to finish one. Having concrete measurable consequences for running or skipping a run has kept me accountable to myself. This is the difference between truly caring about my fitness and health vs just giving it lip service.

I have a starting line and a finish line that are rolling ever closer.  The marathon doesn’t care about any weather or attitude or any number of excuses.  It is coming: run anyway.


Running in the rain redux

Today it was dark, rainy, a lovely day to stay under the covers and hide out.  Not such a great running day…or so I thought.  Super-Husband stepped up and decided to run with me…in the rain.  Now there was no backing out.  My rep was on the line.  I couldn’t be the wimpy whiny one and back out.

So on with my hat ( did I mention how VERY much I love my hat when it is raining?), and out the door we went.  I’d ran a fairly fast 3 miles the day before so my legs were NOT happy.  As per usual, I told my legs to suck it up, and pointed my body into the breach and off on a 5 mile run. In the rain.  With no music. With my Super-Husband.

Super-Husband has started to run just this past year.  He’s been amazingly supportive of my crazy runner stuff and its been really fun to watch him become a runner day after day, run after run.  He’s becoming stronger and getting faster.  Every once in a while I’ll catch that a grin on his face after a good run…one where he’s pushed the pedal down and found he has more gas to burn. I remember that feeling…still get it from time to time, and its so much fun to see in someone else.  I appreciate how far he’s come because I truly know how hard it is.  And when I come home from a bad run, or a good one, its so nice to be able to talk to someone who’s been there and understands.  Because of our schedules however, we don’t often run at the same time.

I say all of this as a preface to our run today, because up until very recently I have been a SOLO runner.  Some people run as a social thing.  They have a running buddy that they run with and love the companionship, etc.  I get it, but that just isn’t me.  I run as a solo event.  Just me, my hulk self, and the road.  Period. I am not a social creature by nature.

Today, in the rain, it felt like Super-Husband and I were the only people on the planet crazy enough to be running. To my pleasant surprise,  it was actually nice to have the company.  Sometimes we ran together, sometimes we ran a few feet ahead or behind each other…but we were together.  United in our crazy commitment to run the distance set before us.  We might be bonkers, but hey, we were bonkers together.

It felt nice:)  In fact I felt like we were a couple of kids out running through the sprinklers.  I actually had a lot of fun on that 5 mile run in the rain this morning…made good time too ( trying to impress Super-Husband and all).

Ok, so maybe I’m not QUITE the isolated loner that I thought I was.  Maybe, just maybe, every once in a while, I can run in tandem…with just the right partner.  Live, run, and learn.