Anyway, it came to me while I was on a long run with the Sweatshop Running Community this morning. I'd run half my run with a friend, then she didn't feel well and ran slower with someone else and said for me to go on. So I did. And I ran at a nice comfortable pace... one that wouldn't have been anything special in terms of times... but which did leave me feeling fresh legged and happy at the end. I was on my own for a fair bit of the time. Caught up to a guy who'd not stopped to wait for the rest of the group at the halfway point and finished my run about 5 minutes ahead of him. But while he was exhausted and unable to speak for a good few minutes after he'd stopped running, I realised that I preferred my version of feeling okay to that feeling you get when you've pushed yourself just a bit too far.
So... I'll never be Mrs Quick. But I'll aim for Mrs Happy instead. I'll run at a pace that doesn't exhaust me. I'll say hello to the ducks as I run past them. I'll smile at the cyclists. And I'll enjoy the freedom of running.
And life will be the sweeter for it.
PS Doesn't mean I wouldn't like to get faster times for my running - just means I'm not going to go killing myself to achieve them!
Geeky stats stuff
|Avg Pace:||8:37 min/mi|
|Elevation Gain:||46 ft|