Oh geez, it's been a while since I've written. Honestly, I've been feeling pretty uninspired. Over a week ago, I promised Aaron that I would take a couple weeks off running for a couple different reasons. I was actually pretty ok with the idea when I agreed to it. At the time we were about to go into a frigid cold spell in Alaska, I'm talking -20 for over a week, which means I'd have to run on the treadmill (which I hate) so why not take some time off. Really, I've never taken any significant time off to let my body unwind, so I figured it would be a win win. My body can rest and I can avoid the treadmill.
Yah, turns out, I was very wrong. There's a reason I don't take breaks. It makes me CRAZY! Not only was I feeling bloated, lazy, and sluggish, I was completely uninspired and anxious. So while I couldn't seem to get any decent thoughts out, my head was like a top, spinning endlessly. I could not take it any more. Of course it didn't help that it's too cold to get outside and ski or hike. 0 degrees is my cutoff for getting outside. A couple nights ago I sat down with Aaron and told him I had to break the agreement. I explained that I would decrease miles and intensity for the rest of our agreed upon time, but I had to start running again.
This morning I woke up and did a little yoga. Also, not a fan of yoga at all. I'm trying to retrain my brain to think of yoga as stretching and not a work out. I have to admit that is helping me enjoy it a little bit more, but it's far from my favorite thing. Sidenote: trying to do yoga with two dogs who've been cooped up for over a week is not easy (see instagram stories for my struggle).
Anyway, after stretching for a while we all loaded up and left for my mother's to use her treadmill AKA hamster wheel. It sucked! Having not run for a week, it felt completely foreign. It took a couple miles before my legs remembered how this works.
By the end of four miles I was spent, but my mind felt so much better. It's so easy to let the days' stress and anxieties build upon each other without even realizing it until you finally get to blow off all the steam. I didn't know how bad I felt until I felt good. My mind is clear, the fog is gone, and I feel like I can finally breathe and relax for the first time this week. Turns out I need running, almost as much I need anything else. I've described myself as a runner for years now, but turns out it is a bigger part of me than I thought. I am a runner, through and through.
As soon as I got home, I tried to explain how much better I felt to Aaron. While he didn't necessarily understand the stress release part of it, he did agree that I'm a much nicer person when I run. At this point I don't think he'll be asking me to take a break again any time soon. In a future post I'll explain our rational for me taking some time off or as it turns out cutting my mileage. For now though, I'm just going to enjoy the few miles I do get to run, even if they are on a treadmill. Back at it, checking off those Miles to Motherhood!