You know the kind I’m talking about…
From the start you can’t breathe, find your pace, or feel like you have a major case of lead legs. You look down at your GPS – which of course took 10 minutes just to find a signal – and you’ve only gone a quarter-mile. The battery on your Ipod died 30 steps from the front door and you just don’t want to waste the time going back to steal your hubby’s. Not to mention that his playlist bites the big one anyway.
As more than casual runners, we all know it’s bound to happen sooner or later. It’s just part of the territory and we deal with it the best we can. We trudge through them, safe in the knowledge that they can’t ALL be that bad. I mean really – just how many poopy runs are there to go around?
How many of you set out to do X number of miles, get to the first corner, and said to yourself, “Self? I’m over it. And you. I’m going home, making a big, fat margarita, turning on Game of Thrones, and kicking back with the dog. You can take these 8 miles and stick it.” C’mon now, keep your hands up. Yup, just what I figured. Bunch of ‘rita-lovin’ runners…
We can only hope that when we cross that starting line, our training and effort pays off at the other end. No one wants to have a poopy race – figuratively or otherwise – but the more we race, the greater the chances that we’ll crash and burn on one of them, (mumblemumblemumble “Disney Half Marathon” mumblemumblemumble). Now, how you handle it when things tank with absolute fabulousity, can make or break you as a runner. Do you just throw your hands up and quit? Plop your dupa on the ground and blow a hissy? Or throw yourself on the nearest grassy median, scream at the top of your lungs, launching yourself into a full-blown, Alec Baldwin-esque temper tantrum?
However one chooses to deal with said crappy runs, one thing can always be counted on. Unless you’ve been cursed by some strange-looking, one-eyed, gibberish-muttering voodoo master, you should be okay the next time out. And THAT, my oxygen-sucking, mileage-loving friends, are the runs we all look forward to with love and…well…love.
So just remember the next time you’re having one of THOSE runs, it’s okay. Get through what you can, go home, kick back, and down that margarita. It’ll be the best recovery ever.
Enjoy the ride.
What do you do when you’re having a crappy workout?