It wasn’t about the run

It wasn’t about the run (last night)…it was about the experience.

Truth. 

After the best laid plans ran afoul (yep, I just used “afoul” on my blog, what of it?) last night – late departure from work, traffic in random unexpected spots on my commute home, moodiness in general from too much sitting on my ass butt all day at work – and I needed last night’s run.

But I didn’t need it for the workout, I needed it for the experience. 

You see, I started to talk myself out of my workout the longer into my commute I got. I was getting more and more annoyed, frustrated, downright grumpy pants, like whoa. But the closer I got to home, the more and more I knew I needed to run it out.

…to feel the cool air breezing through my hair.
…to pound the pavement next to Scott while catching up on our days; uninterrupted. 
…without caring that it was already pitch black by 6:30. Letting the moonlight be our guide instead.
…setting out with no real distance in mind.

We were just running to run. An experience. And that’s all.

And wow, did we ever run. We ended up covering our go-to 5k route; one that a couple of years ago I thought was such a difficult loop to complete. There are two sizeable hills on this particular route and I used to dread them.

Not last night. 

I powered through that 5k,  hills and all, like a freakin’ fiend. I didn’t care how many miles we ran. I just wanted to move. My legs were humming along; my pace quick and peppy; and quickening as my mood lifted. It was absolutely unreal how closely connected my pace was to my mood shifting.

Endorphins were flying high by the time we hit the last half mile. It was then that my mind totally let go and my body took over. Almost as if out of my control entirely.

It was then that I experienced it. The elusive mind-body connection; where my mind was finally free to let my body do the work. Something I have never ever experienced before. Not fully, anyway.

Last night was the first time that I trusted my body to do what my mind thought was not possible: 
To just move.  Freely and unthinking. Experiencing the run, letting the work happen… just moving, not thinking.

It wasn’t about the run, it was about the experience…

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32 thoughts on “It wasn’t about the run

  1. Sounds like the perfect run to me! I love running when I don’t “have” to per say. I’ve ran after being angry with a friend/boyfriend etc., I’ve ran when I found myself rather emotional, and I’ve ran to get out of a “funk” and it’s always worked wonders. It’s amazing what running can do for you, inside AND out.

  2. I just stumbled across your blog. I definitely have those days too where I try talking myself out of a run, but I always feel so much better when I overcome that – it’s a great feeling. Awesome post!

    • It was a beautiful, gorgeous, amazing run. “Just” 3.1 miles was all it took to produce an amazing mind/body connection I’ve never experienced before…but can’t wait to experience again.

    • I’m glad you loved it, Steph! I wrote this almost RIGHT after the run…and the words just flowed from my heart to the page.
      And you’re right – I HAVE crossed to the other side, and I totally dig it here, never want to leave!

  3. this is like zen running!!

    i am wayyyyy to much of a crazy when it comes to my watch and the exact miles i run. BUT i used to be like this! getting back to it, at least some of the time!

  4. Its pretty cool when you revisit previous routes after you progress as a runner. I did the same a while back when I got bored. It brings back good memories, but its also a true testament to your progression!!

    • It was really cool – especially because I wasn’t intentionally setting out to do that at all when we ran the other night. But – you’re right, it is kind of amazing to run a route that was previously SO impossibly hard and to feel your evolution as a runner when revisiting that route.

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  6. Everytime I read about one of your runs like this I am inspired to just go out, without my Garmin (aka the ball and chain) strapped to my wrist and just run.

    I need to find somewhere beautiful to go, and just go. Perhaps I’ll relive a bit of this weekend’s half and go run some of that route. Peaceful, beauty, by the ocean.

    • Ohhh I LOVE the idea of revisiting part of the half marathon route this weekend, music-less of course, to make some new memories of that day.

      OR you could come on up to Newburyport to watch little ‘ol me run 13.1 on Sunday. Perhaps run a few miles with me. Just a thought. 😉

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