Getting over this most recent (and honestly very minor) injury, I went out for a 4 mile run this morning. I started off with what I thought was really good effort. When I run I mostly think about running. I watch my pace, I think about my posture, my foot strike, my balance, my cadence, my breathing etc. The entire workout is a constant physical and mental effort to produce the most quality run I possibly can.
But not today.
After 2 miles of constantly monitoring every breath and foot fall, I was honestly just so tired of it all.
I just wanted to run. So I did. I just ran.
I was appalled by my heavy feet and swinging arms but I just didn’t care. I just didn’t have the energy today. I bargained with myself that I would just let myself run however I wanted to just this one time, to relax and just make it home. I promised myself I would put in a better effort next time.
I paid attention to what happened next, but had given up on trying to control it. My light and skippy, forefoot strike transformed into a very solid mid-foot strike and I gained an exaggerated (for me) oblique twist. The last little bit of residual pain in my left leg completely dissolved. And I watched my Garmin in awe as my pace naturally and seemingly effortlessly went from a 13 minute mile to a 10:30 minute mile.
With only 2 miles of this, I’m not sure if I’m onto something or if it’s a total fluke. But I do know that it felt good. Really good.