Last week I mentioned that I wanted to go on a longer, challenging run but was stalled by how crummy I felt. Part of that was fear.
Sheesh. Common theme here.
It’s ridiculous how much power fear has over me. I modify runs because I am fearful of getting lost on a trail or going too far until I’m worn out and can’t make it back. I modify runs because I might have some pain (normal aches) and am fearful of getting injured.
This week, I ran that trail loop. I ran on a cold, cold morning. I ran after it had snowed, and the trail was muddy. I had to stop several times to remove big chunks of mud from my shoes (hopefully mud and not horse poop). I ran even though I wasn’t sure how to get to the trail that went back to my house.
When I finished, I was numb. Literally numb, it was cold. I took a super hot shower.
I think the run was somewhere around 8 miles based on my time. I can’t track it because I don’t remember exactly where I ran.
The distance doesn’t matter. I felt good exploring the unknown. I felt good taking a risk.
I’m sure that Sister Runner would approve.
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