Rain and running.
The rain doesn't care if I'm running so I don't care if it's raining. Tonight was a tough 4 miles in rain that was nearly sideways at times. Maybe I cared a little bit, I liked the challenge. I was rather upset and needed to do this, it's a safe and practical form of meditation and release. The best therapy that i know of. They say laughter is the best medicine, I call that homeolaughic. Take that bipolar!
Sock it to me!
Honestly not a bad run today, I did 12 miles at an 8:10/mile pace. Overcast and 41 degrees, and sweated my butt off too. I pulled my shoe off when I got home to discover a bit of an injury, but I hosed off and taped up so all is well again. Today was good and important, I feel my fight coming back, my purpose returning, and my mission at hand. I was able to get in 25.5 miles this week, next week I'm slated for 28.
For some odd reason I’m going through a total lack of focus and determination the last two weeks. From writing to running it seems that I have exhausted my tanks and am literally running on empty. I can tell you when it comes to writing, I’ve been here before. Writers block is a hazard one must encounter and deal with from time to time when weaving words together. When this happens I try not to sweat it and venture out and experience life. The experiences then just fuels the imagination, it’s just how it works for me anyway. All creative types have a different method.
I can also tell you that in terms of running this too shall pass. It could be a brief spell of depression again. I know it did come into my life several weeks ago and prevented me from completing a 15 mile run. To be honest it was unnerving at how it deterred me from my goal. That’s the strange thing with this thing I call ‘depression’ or sometimes just having a ‘bad run of days’. From experience, I can tell you that it too shall pass. Being overwhelmed or overtaken by the feelings is no means something I enjoy, rather a challenge we all must meet. I have my running schedule mapped out for the next couple of months and I’m going to be using the voice in my head that says stopping is unacceptable and not an option. Much like in life I must keep going.
And welcome to full autumn.
On the run...
I was told to take it easy this week and give my body a chance to rest. I stayed in bed on Saturday, was sort of walking on Sunday and even driving around. On Tuesday I was running again, just a swift 2 miles on 14 minutes, and then 3.25 today. Saturday I'm going for an easy 7 and looking into an escalated running schedule for the next several months. Time to kick it up if my body is feeling it right?
Also I have the clip of me crossing the line, still excited I completed my first 26.2 and looking forward to the next one. Preparing now since I have 45 minutes to take off of my time before I can qualify for Boston. Still 'On a Mission'.
One Marathon Complete!
Yesterday I successfully completed my first marathon in my home city of Indianapolis. Running the Indianapolis Monumental Marathon was both highly educating and a huge thrill. Being my first I wasn't sure what to expect from my body post 20 miles, and now understand the full meaning of hitting ones personal wall. My legs at mile 23 felt like stone and I had to stop and stretch several times. The adrenaline hit at mile 25 and carried me home. Yes I wept as I crossed the line and was overwhelmed at what I had finally accomplished.
Now I need to heal, my goal is to do a very short run at some point this week and a medium or light long run next Saturday. I have a lot of work on my path and yesterday gave me an idea of what I can do and what needs to still happen. And not to be weird... but the time on the screen shot being '2:24'. I saw that number a lot yesterday.
Ryan (That's me)
Runner, writer, and a survivor. It's all about living the life you want and helping each other along the way.