I admittedly haven't been running that much -- or, well, really, at all -- since the Nature's Bin 5K last month. Much of this, I recognize now, can be attributed to the icky slump I've been in as of late. Interestingly, once I had the courage to name and acknowledge the slump, I started to feel the fog lifting just a bit so I was pleasantly surprised when I woke up early yesterday morning ready to pound the pavement.
I decided to not pay attention to distance or pace for this run. I just ran. This was partially inspired by the conversation I had with my upcoming podcast guest Cassandra (episode will be released this Friday, so be sure to subscribe!) but I also knew it was going to be hot and humid out there and that always slows me down. Considering it was my first run in forever, I didn't want to put myself in a position of feeling bad about the run because I was unsatisfied with the pace.
In the end it felt really, really good to get out there and just run. Or, y'know, do my Galloway run-walk-run. It was funny because I'm out there doing my slow runner thing and there was another runner out there, too, somehow clearly faster than me. We were running opposite directions so we passed each other twice and both times did that wave, hi and hello thing. It's one reason I love the running community so much -- we're always so supportive of each other, no matter how fast or slow the other person is going.
Love from the ashes,