A Solo Run Before Sunrise
It’s a Mysterious School Holiday Weekend for our local school district, and my running buddy was heading south to visit The Mouse this weekend. Yet she still seemed to think that she’d be able to fit in a run this morning. (I had my doubts.) Needless to say, she had too much to do and not enough hours to get it all done, so our planned 7-8 miler had to be scrapped, which meant that I’d be running solo.
I, on the other hand, was wide awake before the alarm, so I decided to go anyway.
I hate running solo. Hate it. I’m not good at it because I lack motivation. I start out with a goal of 7-8 miles and instead run 7-8 minutes before I decide that I need to stop.
But not on Saturday. I ran our usual course through the vineyards because it’s easy; I know all of the mile markers and turnarounds by heart. One mile down at the arch. Two at the bridge. Two and a half at the house. Three at the tree. I pushed myself all the way to the second bridge, 7.9 miles roundtrip. And, inexplicably, I shaved a ton of time off of my per-mile pace, even though I stopped half a dozen times to fish a rock out of my sock.
Highlights of the run:
- Sunrise, obviously.
- Bunnies, which are only out until sunrise and then poof! They vanish.
- Horses and Shetland ponies.
- So. Many. Birds.
According to Fitbit, the route is the equivalent of 40 flights of stairs. I find that hard to believe. It’s hilly, but it doesn’t seem *that* hilly. I guess the gradual up-and-down is more intense than I realize.
With nearly 8 miles under my belt this week, that means I’m more than halfway to race distance for March 26. That gives me a sense of accomplishment. I’ve been a little bit down on running lately, and this is the first time I’ve really felt like I’ve accomplished something this year.
How about you? Are you training for anything?