This week was tiring but wonderful. I have run at least three miles every day but Monday. Heading into the weekend, I have 17 miles logged. I'm very happy with that. I plan to do around a seven-mile trail run on Sunday to hit my goal of 24 miles for the week. The weather may be gorgeous all weekend, so the wins keep on coming. Funny, when I meet my running targets for the day or for the week, I feel better about nearly everything else in my life. When I don't, all the things that suck seem 10 feet tall and invincible. I get the bitchy, nagging voices in my head telling me I should have run today, I should have... I ought to go right now.
I feel better when I run. I feel worse when I don't. It's so simple;
why I do I forget it so quickly?
I am in this state with my running where I am pleasantly but not yet dangerously obsessive. I can think about other things if I try, but inevitably my mental
pendulum
swings back to thinking about running. I can talk to people, but in the back of my head, I wish I was talking to them about running. Another thing I have noticed is that with the consistency I've been enjoying lately, my running-thinking hasn't been cluttered with
oughts and
shoulds and guilt. Instead I've been daydreaming about plans and imagining opportunities. Where can I run in town that I haven't yet? Where can I find good trails? Where can the family go camping where there's also good running trails?
When I run consistently, my brain is freed from guilt-clutter, and I am creative again.
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