I decided to do something I haven’t done in a while tonight.
There are two things you should know about me before I go any further: one, I have “favorite” machines in the gym (Really. Read this.), and two, I have a tendency to get crazy ideas into my head and decide I just HAVE to do something.
Which is how I ended up running eight miles tonight … for the first time in probably three and a half years.
Now, yeah, if you’ve been reading this for any amount of time, you know I’ve been doing at least one seven-miler a week for the last several months. In fact, I used to run an 8-miler almost every Sunday when I lived in Nashville (the beauty of a gym with a movie theater inside it – I spent a lot of time running and watching bad movies). So it’s not like this is some huge feat … it’s more a case of following through on the thought I had while I was sitting at my desk this afternoon.
I worked my legs pretty hard – I thought – last night. Went up on some of my weights, felt that shake/numbness/tingle pretty strongly between my third and fourth set on the leg press. Naturally, being me, I was disappointed to have little more than a little tightness most of the day (fear not: good old DOMS has started to take hold on most of the space between my hips and knees).
Which is probably why this genius thought set in: “It’s the night for a long run. Maybe if I can get my second-favorite treadmill (I kid you not, I really do play favorites – this “second favorite” being the one treadmill that doesn’t have a built-in 60 minute time maximum … for the record, the favorite is the end one with the fan directly overhead), I’ll do eight miles tonight. I mean, I ran seven at the fastest pace I’ve ever run last week, so why not?”
Again, being me, I was thrilled to see that the “score on time” treadmill was open. I set it for 90 minutes (assuming it would take me a little over 70 minutes to run eight – I clocked in at 70:30 – and then I’d do the incline pyramid I usually walk following my runs … you know, because running 7-8 miles isn’t enough, why not walk another mile-plus?? Yes, there is something seriously wrong with the way my brain works). And I told myself there was no way I was walking until I hit that eight mile mark. Did it feel great? No. My pace was definitely slower than a week ago, but I was still averaging just over an 8:45 mile, so I really can’t complain. Yes, somewhere between miles five and six, I was praying that eight would hurry up already, cause the news stories were starting to repeat themselves, and I was getting kinda bored.
But in true me fashion, I did what I always do: Got an idea in my head. Ran (in this case, literally) with it. Rocked it. It really is all about your mindset – telling yourself that you don’t quit when you’ve had enough … you stop when you’ve reached your goal.