This winter and spring has been a pretty low point in my new-ish running hobby. After a couple of strong years with an abundance of strength and determination, this past winter was a real bitch for me. I haven’t wanted to run, which is a real change for me. I cancelled my first race of the year and haven’t as of yet signed up for anything. I’m not enjoying the running, I’m not excited for running news and don’t really enjoy talking running with other runners… All things I did constantly over the past year and a half.
So, now that the weather here is turning and the days are longer and warmer, I’m feeling better about wanting to get outside and run. I built up a running plan around a race in September, my first 50 miler, along with my 2nd annual birthday run-your-age run. Last year I did 39 miles broken up over the whole day, this year I want to do one 40 mile run.
The plan I built is almost a beginner’s training plan. I didn’t want to feel overwhelmed with having to hit longer miles. I’m pretty much trying to get a passion back for running. Yesterday, I went out and got lost in a cool trail system that I haven’t explored before, today I just did a little 3+ miler in the morning before work, my favorite time of the day to run. The rest of this week, I want to go on fun runs and explore some areas I haven’t been to in a long while.
I really hope this kicks my gears up a little. Without my running, I’m definitely feeling the lifelong minor-depression sneak back into my everyday life. That’s something that scares me and is always somewhere back there behind me. I know it’ll always be there, I just need to stay out in front of it.