Although it's a bit more of a stretch, I feel similarly about a 6am run through the heart of Vanier. The rising sun creates a low, hazy quiet light; the air is fresh cool on my arms; the cats and squirrels run free and playful; I notice the trees when there are no cars around...
I was right out of the running routine I started in the summer but this Friday and Sunday I managed to re-start my morning runs and it felt fabulous; I wondered how on earth I had stopped.
Miss Greenish Thumb ran a half-marathon in our hometown, Owen Sound, in August without much of a peep about it. It wasn't her first but she's running thyroid-less now and I so admire her motivation even when her meds and hormone levels might still need adjusting or when she's feeling more sluggish than usual. She has drive, that girl.
As I ran on Sunday morning, I thought through what helps me put one foot in front of the other. Here goes:
- I choose running clothes that make me feel like a runner. Spandex helps. Sleek black feels cool. Bright white running shoes with flashy neon detail are a must.
- I've found the time slot that works best for me. If I run first thing in the morning, I don't talk myself out of it as easily as if I run in the afternoon or evening. I also love the morning in general. Ben runs best at night.
- I lay everything out the night before - running clothes on my dresser, watch on top of the clothes, shoes by the door.
- I set myself up for success and enjoyment by not pushing myself too hard. Also, when I am forming the habit, I don't track my distance - just my time. If I run for about 25-30 minutes with only a couple one minute walks, that's a good run for me. I know this one isn't applicable to everyone - some people have to have a really concrete goal or race planned to stay motivated.
- I hydrate like crazy afterwards. I get dehydration headaches really easily. Nothing else seemed to hydrate me enough except gatorade but recently Bryce Dymond told Ben he drinks diluted coconut water. I tried it on Sunday and it worked super well.
- I like running with others. Lately, my running companion has been of the four-legged variety. Right when I put my running clothes on in the morning, Frisbee leaps out of bed hyper, jumps around me in circles, and stomps down the stairs... I wouldn't dare disappoint such an eager running partner.
- Mary Mary