That was the most beautiful 12 mile run. I was up at 5:30, out the door by 6:15, I watched the sun rise, and enjoyed every second (well, almost every second) of the 2:25 hours it took me to complete it.
Mile one was a little rough. I was worried that if I felt like that in mile one, I might be dead by mile five. I had worn a headband that went over my ears to keep them warm, and I put gloves on my hand. Turns out it was much warmer than I thought, so I ditched them in my driveway after about a mile. I took another loop around the park and made my way back up my road and toward the lake. At about mile five, when I turned around to make my way back to my house for another loop, I was greeted with this sight.
The mist. The sun. The lake. This run was so worth it. I found myself feeling a little guilty as I ran back across the dam straight into what I could have sworn was a painting. Other people were still in their beds. Other people were in their cars. Other people were in their houses. I was in this portrait. Sweat dripping, feet pounding the pavement, steady, rhythmic breaths sucking in and whooshing out. I was in this moment. Present. Living life. It saddened me to know that others would never experience this beauty in this particular way. They’ll never know what they’re missing. I know I never did.
After crossing the dam and making my way back up a nasty hill where a sweet woman in a bathrobe who was taking her dog for it’s morning potty break asked me how I had the energy to get up this early and run when she could barely totter across the driveway. I just laughed and told her she had a pretty puppy. I really wanted to tell her that I have the energy to do that because I made it a priority; that last year I was almost 300 pounds. But I didn’t.
All through my run and for the next few miles, I was really hot. It was only about 70-75 during this time, but my cooling system was out of whack today. I felt like I just couldn’t sweat properly. Is that a thing? Anyway, I was starting to wear down as a result. At mile eleven, my quads tightened up, and I was beat. My pace slowed, but I kept running. I also had a little pain in my left hip (usually it’s my right). I was planning to try for 13 today, but it just wasn’t in the cards. At the beginning of mile 12, nature began calling. Nay, screaming. I thought I might be able to put it off, pass my house and finish a 13 miler today, and I probably could have, but at about mile 12. 75, I had a searing hot pain on the top of my right foot in a metatarsal bone. I hopped a few times (reflex, I guess, because I didn’t plan to do that), and I rotated/stretched my foot a few times which remedied the issue, and then finished the 12. I decided not to push it…no sense in hurting myself 2 weeks before the half!
I stretched like a mo’ fo’ when I got home and treated myself to some chocolate milk. It really hit the spot! I did a little laundry, grabbed a quick shower, and took the kiddos to a fall festival down the road from our house. I was really looking forward to eating a guilt-free bbq pork plate, but it ended up being awful…and not enough food. We did buy some caramel kettle corn, so I had a few helpings of that. I’m gonna hafta get my bbq fix later today, though. What I had at the festival was school cafeteria quality. Blech!
The kids play a few games, jumped in the bouncy house (one ticket = 10 minutes!!!), and I treated myself to a quick massage–the massage was free! It was tip/donation only. I cannot begin to tell you how amazing that felt after my 12 miles this morning.
I’m super sleepy. Like ridiculously sleepy. I may take a nap and then rustle me up some bbq. Productive day, I know. 😉
Hope you have a fabulous weekend. Enjoy every beautiful minute of it! I know I will!