Maybe it was the s’mores ’round the campfire this weekend, or the fact that my husband is out of town and the girls were out of school, but as a runner I was not at my stellar best today.
I didn’t even get out there ’til 6:30 pm (a good 12 hours later than usual) and it was just plain clunky.
I was not fast.
I was not strong.
I was not inspired.
I just put in my time.
So it is nice to reflect back on last week and remember it wasn’t half bad.
Mileage for the week: 19 miles
Longest run: 9 miles
Grand total since I started training: 67 miles
High point: Running with company!
My good buddy Kathie came off the IT-band bench and we clocked the perfect nine miles on Friday — blue and breezy, with a big ol’ latte waiting at the end.
So back to today. One silly little day. Three miniscule miles.
I guess the take-away message is that some days are better than others, and the crummy ones still count.
Putting in my time — as a runner, a writer, a parent — isn’t, in itself, going to win me any awards or beauty contests.
But it will keep me afloat, with a hand-hold on what I’m working toward.
So that when the good days — the strong and inspired ones — arrive?
I’m at the ready.
Quote for the week:
Slow and steady wins the race. — Aesop
Oh how I miss running. Only two more weeks until I get the all clear.
hok
I often think that part of developing a regular habit of doing something like writing or cycling or cooking–or, I guess, even running–is that you increase your odds of having an inspired day. This is certainly true of my writing process. When I’m getting something done, I tend to write A LOT and then go back and cull out the good bits.
Good for you for putting in the time and keeping your eye on the goal!
Whew, I needed to read this now, especially after a morning of challenging (yet perfectly normal) parenting — as in, a temper tantrum over something as simple as putting tights on.
Anyway, thanks.
Jules
7-Imp
I live by Aesop’s quote.