Here’s something that’s hard for me to admit: I didn’t do much running this summer.
I started out pretty strong but by the time August rolled around I think I got out once? Maybe twice?
Even now the whole situation feels weird to me. I still love running – nothing about that has changed. But I didn’t fall off the wagon so much as I stepped off of it. I was at a point where I simply did not want to do it. I didn’t want to wake up at 5 a.m. to pull on my sneakers and hit the streets. My body was tired and I opted to sleep instead. I don’t even sort of regret it either.
It’s not like I wasn’t active. I continued to play ultimate frisbee all summer, missing only a couple of weeks when I had my teeth pulled and the braces put on. Contrary to what some might assume, ultimate is a legitimate work out. You spend an entire hour running and dashing and sprinting and darting. There’s a reason we were all sweaty and smelly when it was over each week.
I can’t completely put my finger on any one thing that caused me to take a step back from running. To a certain degree I wonder if it had anything to do with getting my braces and struggling to adapt to new eating habits which, up until now, have been less than healthy. Healthy eating has a positive impact on your energy levels and, because I haven’t been eating as well as I used to (man, I really miss just being able to bite into a carrot) I’ve noticed a difference. It could have been a lack of motivation after missing a couple of races. I also wonder if it might just be a bout of summertime laziness. It was pretty hot for a while and I’ll be the first to admit that the idea of slogging through the humidity wasn’t my idea of a good time.
But maybe I just needed a break. Sometimes that’s all it is. Sometimes a little bit of time away is all you need to rekindle the magic.
So yesterday morning I went for a run. I won’t lie: it was hard. I’m not starting back at square one by any means but I’ve lost a lot by way of speed and stamina and that was a difficult pill to swallow, although not unexpected.
But I was out there. I was running again because I wanted to (for me and without pressure to impress) and it felt great. I’ll be back out there again tomorrow and I guess that’s all that matters.
What about you? Have you ever fallen out of step with something you really enjoy – be it a hobby or something you were working toward – and found yourself easing back into it later? Any runners out there that have gone through something similar? Tell me about it in the comments!