See this girl here? This is a happy runner.
I am not always like this when I run. Some of my solo runs are hard sloggy messes. This is where running becomes more than a physical game. Mentally a hard run is rough for any runner. For me a hard run feels like complete failure and no matter what I tell myself, I agree with the voice that is whispering in my ear. Lanni Marchant herself could sit beside me and say “It’s just one run”. I still hear the voice. The one that says “Why bother, you suck”.
If I don’t get enough sleep, any run can turn into a soul sucking event. This is why I love my sleep. It is one of the most important parts of my half marathon training. It is a big help mentally as well.
I cherish my good runs. A LOT. These make my sloggy messes melt away and I am charged for my next run. If I am having a good stretch of happies then I can pick myself up, dust myself off, and live to run another day. 🙂
But if my next run is not so good, and I am not at my best, the seesaw stops being a regular flow and I crash to the ground.
The equation varies, which creates so many possible outcomes. I struggle with this every time I train.
When I have a couple of sloggy messes that I need to remember that: #1 I am a human being, #2 I am not getting paid to do this, #3 That means it is not the end of my running, #4 Everyone has bad runs, even elite athletes, and #5 I am lucky to be able to lace up and do something I love.
Running doesn’t always lift me to where I want to be, but it is something that I love to do. Giving out big sweaty hugs post run can be quite enjoyable 😉
Running bonus: Long run celebratory treats 🙂
Keep fighting for happy my friends, even on your darker days.