It doesn’t happen the same with anything else.
When I’m swimming, I don’t suddenly feel amazing half way through. When I’m boxing I’m the most knackered I’ve ever been, but the rush doesn’t come until I’m done.
When I’m cycling it kind of happens, but it has to be a long challenging ride on some proper beautiful roads or trails.
With running, it’s different.
It takes me about 20minutes to really warm up but once I do and if all goes to plan, there comes a point when everything just works.
Do you know that feeling?
When your body is like an engine and it just keeps turning.
You look down at your watch and see that your ‘comfy’ pace is faster than usual.
Your legs and breathing are in perfect sync and your mind can wander effortlessly.
You soak up the endorphins and smile to passersby, stopping to take photos because it’s all just too beautiful.
Until you get a fucking blister and it shits all over your flow.
I was gonna go swimming today, then I looked outside. There are some days when only a run will do, and this was one of them. I’ve been doing lots of shorter, faster, harder runs recently, and whilst they’ve been great sessions, I can’t say I’ve been excited about getting up or out for them.
But, I think it’s starting to pay off.
This week I did the Sweatshop hills session taking on some of Brighton’s finest beasts. It was the first time I’ve ran hills in a long time, and it was as hard and brilliant as it needed to be. Friday was another 6:30am 10k of intervals, and it was freezing, and epic and awesome, with the most beautiful sunrise reward I’ve EVER seen.
I stood there for 20 minutes after my run with no gloves on just to watch it happen and capture it on camera. It took me two hours to warm up again, but who cares. Got this cool timelapse video on my Instagram.
Today I was meant to rest the legs, but I couldn’t wait to get out the door, and it’s those feelings that make running so special. I see the most beautiful things when I’m running. Feel all sorts of happy and content. Meet so many new people on lots of mini adventures.
Nothing compares. Running’s the one.
Although just to put a shitter on it right now my legs are screaming for the foam roller as my body gets used to running regularly again.
It’s good to be back though, I knew a few weeks of consistency would be rewarded in the end.
This week’s playtime looked like this:
MON Rest day
WED Sweatshop run club – hills
FRI 6:30am intervals & the most beautiful sunrise I have EVER seen
SAT 8 miles LSR
SUN Probably chill or evening swim*
What do you love about running?