It was raining Sunday and raining hard as I got myself dressed for the 8 miles I had on my not-really-a-schedule schedule. The initial plan was to set off at 8 a.m. for 5 miles solo and loop home to pick up the boys for the final 3. But as puddles formed in the street and the walkway, rivers forging a path in our basement (thumbs down), I found myself considering and reconsidering my options.
- I could suck it up and run 8 miles solo in the rain.
- I could run 5 miles in the rain, hitting 100 for the month, and call it a day.
- I could run on the treadmill in the basement.
- I could go to the Y and run on the treadmill.
- I could cross my fingers and delay run till naptime, heading out 1 p.m.
Let me tell you something, none of those options seemed real appealing. Treadmill season is over, and I prefer to be finished with a run come lunch time. But the rain. I could almost feel it in my shorts, the cling to my inner thighs, and the wet hair plastering my forehead. The longer I waited, the longer I thought, the more I could feel what little motivation I had wash away.
And, with great defeat, I tucked my pony tail between my legs and resolved to wait.
Not only was I annoyed with the rain but I was annoyed with myself. Once upon a time, there was nothing that would stop me from completing a training run. I ran in snow, single digits, pouring rain. As I trained for the Huff 50K relay in 2011, it was a cold rain coming down as I logged 9 miles, trying to avoid puddles and cold, wet feet. Last summer, I remember 12 miles in a downpour, feeling a sisterhood with Shalane and Kara who ran a soggy Olympic marathon the same day. My shorts clung to me, and the water poured off my hat but I felt such a sense of accomplishment as I later sat in a recliner watching my girls run 26.2.
So what happened? What happened to Kim, the badass?
I wonder whether I'm a smidge burnt out or whether discovering that I can run whenever - not just mornings - has allowed me not to be only flexible or lax. Or maybe, I spend too much time trying to accommodate everyone else, hoping to avoid as much guilt as possible, that I don't do what I need to do. (Figuring out how to get Miles out in the stroller was among the considerations on Sunday.)
Thankfully, just as I bucked up, the rain let up and we logged our miles as planned. Just 45 minutes later.
Tuesday: 4.25 miles (a.m.) + Piloxing (taught) + BODYPUMP (taught)
Wednesday: 5 miles
Thursday: 5.25 miles on indoor bite + Rip (taught)
Friday: 5 miles, intervals (3 minutes on, 2 minutes recovery) + 3.1 miles
Saturday: BODYPUMP (taught)
Sunday: 8 miles