(so much sweat that my top is see through and my hair curled itself…)
I think one of the toughest things about running for me has been learning the difference between pushing through the tough parts vs. listening to my body.
Like today — during the first four miles, this run sucked and I wanted to quit. The humidity was insane (98%, UGH), I was tired (I left work at 8PM last night), I felt really nauseous and kept tasting the banana I ate before I started — these are all things, for me, that are more mental than physical. Yes, I suffer physical symptoms, but it’s more of a mental battle to keep going.
I found my groove, the run got better, and I decided to go for 14 instead of my original planned 10. I hit the 59th St Bridge, which was tough after all the hills of the park, but powered across. I turned to come back, started climbing the endless hill, and then everything collapsed at once. My hip got tight, I got a side cramp, I suddenly was incredibly hungry and thirsty, the sun was coming out, and I decided that running the last 2 miles was not going to be any more beneficial than stopping at 12. As soon as I got off the bridge and stopped, I knew I made the right call. i felt stiff all over, my teeth started chattering (when I get really cold after a run, it’s a sign I pushed myself to my limit), and I immediately stopped at Energy Kitchen for a protein smoothie to drink and took the bus home.
It’s hard for me to describe why I was just as confident with my decision to keep going when the first few miles sucked as I was with my decision to stop after my last tough mile. I think the longer I run the more in touch I get with my body and what it’s capable of. I need to remember that there is a fine line between pushing myself and risking injury — especially as I keep upping for my mileage for marathon training. I have a big goal this fall and I want to be in top shape to hit it!
Have a great weekend everyone!