Last Sunday I had the worst run of my life, 18 miles of misery and just two weeks before my marathon. I have been really tired and just not feeling my running groove. I’m nervous. “What if I feel like this on race morning?” If I do, I will barely make it across the finish line.
I have been taking it real easy on my runs and taking days off. Generally, when I am feeling out of sorts with my running I hit the trails. Being alone in nature always brings back my love of running, helps me to feel grounded. As long as I go out with an open mind and the intention of getting some answers, nature will provide them to me. It was no different this morning.
It started out with these beautiful rays of sunshine:
Then I stopped in my tracks when I saw this… a message? Perhaps…
This one was loud and clear.
Perhaps I should be more aware of the people who drag me down?
And then there was this:
I love going out and doing runs like this, they make me feel like a kid and it has become a fun game for me. When I returned home from this 6 mile run, I had not achieved any great speed or distance, but I had a smile on my face and all was well in my running world again. Then I texted my amazing friend and just like she always does, she reassured me that it is perfectly normal to have horrible runs right before your big race. “It’s your body questioning you and you have to give it the answers”. Sage advice from someone I fully trust. I am so fortunate to have running friends who know me intimately and have so much knowledge.
What do you do to get out of your running funk?
