There’s nothing better than kicking the crap outta your Monday with a hard, fast run.
I’m not sure why, but today was just frustrating and confusing. It was a Monday.
So, after work, I headed out for an out-and-back 4-mile run. As I started, I felt like I was light on my feet and movin’ well, but when I looked at my watch, I was chugging along at a super speedy 11-minute pace. HA. Usually, I don’t mind the old slow-and-steady approach, but after the blah day I had, I needed something more.
Mile 1 passed me by. I clocked in at 10:46. Okay, that’s my normal easy pace. I can live with that.
But I picked it up a little. Beep. My watch informed me I ran mile 2 in 10:33.
I turned around for the 2 miles back to where I started. A song came on, the beat felt good. I turned it up. I didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to hear my breathing, the slap of my feet on the pavement. I didn’t really want to feel anything besides the harsh breath forcing its way in & out of my chest, the pump of my arms like pistons, the turnover of my legs like spinning wheels.
Mile three flew by in 9:36.
But it still wasn’t enough. I had to push it further, faster. Push myself forward, and leave everything else behind.
8:42. Mile 4. I was done.
8:42? I didn’t even know that was possible. I can run that fast?
It felt good.
I felt good.
Nothing can turn a day around like a kick-ass run.
Top that off with coming home…
To a glass of chocolate milk.
A steak, potato and corn on the cob, made by the man of the house. My favorite.
How do YOU beat Mondays?
Hope your week is off to a speedy & happy start!