After a few months of struggling to reconnect with my running mojo (and so far avoiding the temptation to whinge about it on here) I had a run last week that hit all the right buttons and made everything sweet again. I’ve always maintained that no matter how long you’ve been in a slump, all it takes is one amazing run and suddenly everything is right with the world and dozens of “meh” runs are forgotten in a heartbeat. Well, not forgotten forgotten, because I just wrote about them, but you get the idea.
So, what made this particular run so wonderful? Well…
- Five miles of challenging hills (those of you who’ve been reading for a while will remember Blueberry Hills from here and here).It felt strong and steady, like I was running on rails*.
- Every time I glanced at my pace, I was greeted by the number seven a lot more than I’m used to.
- I had the chance to try out a few of the form tips that I’d recently picked up from Karen Weir. And they seemed to work. In fact, if I hadn’t stopped to give directions and take a couple of pics, I would have nabbed myself a PB.
- Lovely sunny day – got my arms out for the first time. I was tempted to refer to them as “the guns” just then, but didn’t want to sound like an absolute dick. Besides, if we’re using weapon analogies, they’re more pea shooter than gun.
- While tidying up the basement I’d found some old earphones and, unlike my current ones, these didn’t fall out once or give me swamp-ear. It was nice to finally enjoy a soundtrack to my run that didn’t sound as if it was being played through a wall of butter.
- I’d posted on my blog just moments before heading out the door, so the music on my phone was punctuated by the welcome “bingly bing” of lovely comments coming in.
- I saw a unicorn.
- I lied about the last one, but it was an ace run.