I haven’t really “trained” seriously in several weeks now. After climbing briefly out of that little rut I was experiencing in early February, I dropped right back into it. This time, I fell even deeper. If there was ever a rut so deep and wide that it had it’s own rut along the bottom, that’s where I’ve been. In the rut of a rut, sitting on my ass, doing absolutely nothing.
I’ve never been more sure than I am right now of how much this whole thing is really a mind game. There’s nothing particularly complicated about putting one foot in front of the other. The real challenge is in going out your door and working on it every day. Doing nothing is so much easier.
I’m not sure why, but yesterday I put on my shoes and I went for a run. I didn’t bother with my heart rate monitor. I wasn’t concerned with my cadence or pace. For the first time in a long while I just felt like running.
The first few miles felt awkward, but that quickly passed. As I kicked up the speed, and my legs started to burn, it all made sense again. The fog lifted, and that spark I was missing found it’s way home.
I can’t really explain it, but I could feel myself smiling.