When I stepped outside this morning, it was a beautiful day. The sky was bright blue with some big, fluffy clouds and the temperature was nice and cool, but not cold.
I wanted to run.
But my schedule called for a rest day.
If you remember, the first month (or two) of my training just sucked. It was hot, my pace was terrible and I was completely unmotivated.
But I slogged through those awful runs (err, most of them), and now here we are at the end of September, and not running feels like not brushing my teeth, just not something I’d do right now. It’s a habit. I don’t think about it. I just run.
I show up to Jess’ weekly runs, and I run what she tells me, and I feel awesome afterwards. Every single one of those tough runs she makes us do makes me feel stronger and more ready for race day, and my long runs and races are finally starting to reflect that. (This week’s was an awesome one – check out her blog if you want to do it, too!)
I dragged my not-really-a-morning-person-and-a-current-work-from-home self up to the park at 6am, and dragged Julianne and her friend Christie on the Harlem Hill loop workout without even protesting the 6am start…too much.
And then I woke up this morning and just wanted to run, rather than my usual (mostly) reformed lazy girl excitement over rest days.
The training is working, and it’s becoming ingrained in my legs and brain as a habit. Laura recently wrote about “not breaking the chain,” and while I know I obviously physically and mentally need rest days, it felt like breaking the chain and the habit today.
But I guess rest days are like tapers – also designed to make you more antsy for your next run.
8 miles tomorrow, 16 on Sunday, including the inaugural half in my hometown!
Bring it on.