Every Spring the city comes alive. All of a sudden the doors are open and we come out of hibernation. This past weekend was absolutely beautiful, and everywhere I turned people were taking advantage of the handful of days we get in New England that are sunny, in the mid-70s, and not humid. I am happy to report I was out there with them!
Yesterday I started my day with my scheduled “long run.” I got out at right around 8am and got to see a lot of my neighborhood as it is early on a Sunday. I ran 4 miles! Heading out I knew I could do it because last weekend I ran 3.5, and really, what’s a half mile more? I really enjoyed this run, like genuinely had fun, which is crazy to me. When I first started running, I was obsessed with thinking about running while I was running, and it was really difficult for me to get out of that. My thoughts while I was running were generally about how much I hated running, and when had I run long enough where I could justify walking, and “oh I hope that light changes so I can stop for a second.” I would listen to music, hoping to distract myself, but then i would just calculate how long a song likely was and I would bargain with myself, “ok, I’ll run until the end of this 3 minute song…” It’s really awesome to be able to go out and run for almost an hour and not once think about walking, to not once wonder why I was doing it. I just got out, enjoyed the fresh air and bright sunshine, and did it.