I finally got back out for a run today after more than a week “off” (I’ve done a lot of cycling over the past week, but no running). I covered 6k today in walk/run intervals, but went back to a 2 minute running/1 minute walking schedule. I actually realized just yesterday that the walk/run program I’m doing right now never has me doing more than 3 minutes running at a time, it just increases the number of intervals, so I figured that a few more days of 2 minute intervals would probably be worth it after my break from running.
Once again, I didn’t want to go. Today was a rough day financially and mental-health-wise, we got some very bad news, which I will not get into, but it upset me, and I didn’t feel like getting off my butt. All I wanted to do was sit and eat junk food, but my brain wouldn’t let me. I put it off until 5pm, then finally got up and headed out the door – grumbling the whole way. I hated every second, and it felt amazing. When I got home, I wasn’t stressed any more. Que sera, sera. Everything will work itself out, and there isn’t much I can do, so why make myself sick?
What it with that? I’m not actually a masochist, why do I love running so much when it hurts so badly? Why does it make my head so much clearer? How is it better at reducing stress and anxiety than all my meds combined?
Apparently, the cycling has been paying off. My legs and lungs are stronger, and tonight felt easier.
I made a decision yesterday too – I have a fun run coming up on September 18th, and it has a 5k option and a 10k. I was going to do the 5, but I decided on the 10 instead – despite the fact that I have a 10k run 6 days later in Toronto. I’ll just do some easy runs and rides in between, and I’ll be fine.
I met my first goal reward too – the new Warcraft expansion pack comes out tomorrow morning and I preordered it, because I have stayed away from the vending machine at work this month. Now if only I was going to have time tomorrow to play it.