At this stage of my life, if it doesn't
a. make me happy
b. make me better
then I'm not interested in it and this also goes for people I associate with.
I'm not here to be average, I'm here to be awesome, and everyday I'm working to be better than the person I was yesterday. Am working on being my own version of awesome.
One person that I've associated myself with beyond the walls of Hulk's is that of Rocket because in addition to her being super sweet to me and a great chatter, she's also such a wicked runner. She's one of my Hulkies but she has also become my long distance running partner. Her running stories motivate me, the fact she's done some rough marathons rather intimidates me but I like that, and she holds me accountable for our runs together. There's no getting out of running when I know she's heading in my direction and is geared up to go running. We do our weekly long run together on the weekends and today we headed out to Asan to run.
It was our most miserable long run yet.
Both of us haven't been consistent with our running these past couple of weeks. She's got about a million and one high school exams to mark and I've had the overdose distraction of preparing Hulk's for the winter season and all the "fun extras" that have both expectantly and unexpectedly tagged along with that.
Regardless of our busy schedule and ever so growing list of distractions, we committed to today's long run, laced up our runners and started out on the path before us. I noted above that it was our most miserable long run yet and that was definitely true. I had piled on the layers, thinking that the cold would be main competitor working against me but it was the couple of weeks of no running that were. A few weeks back I had headed out for a lengthy 31km run by myself and felt surprisingly very comfortable after returning. My legs weren't tired but my mind seemed rather strained from running alone and running for so long. In between doing that 31kms training run and heading out today for another long run, I honestly haven't run a lot. Due to various reasons, with the icy weather outside and me not wanting to crack my Polish head open on it being the most dominant, I've been running on the treadmill these days. "I don't think treadmill running is real running", I told Rocket and she agreed. Running on the treadmill is more like jumping and if I wanted to jump I'd do more jump rope. Treadmill and running outside surely can't even compete with each other and today we found out just how true this is when our joints started to ache and my hips started to send telepathy "I hate you" messages to my brain.
Fought the "I hate you" telepathy messages our bodies were sending our brains and finished the expected 15km goal we had set for today's run. It was a rough finish, accompanied by frowned eyebrows, shaking legs and sore hips, but it was a finish. I think promising each other coffee at the 13km mark made that particular kilometre extra long but it worked to push us to the finish line.
Today's lesson: If you are persistent, you will get it. If you are consistent, you will keep it.
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