I had a long run that had to be done this morning. I still can’t believe I’m doing this race in 2.5 weeks. Training has been slap-dash by necessity. Pushing the miles is rough on the body and the brain.
I’ve decided I have a love/hate relationship with long runs. They take so much motivation and planning. And they take SO much time, especially with my slow pace of late. You really have to plan on your morning being completely taken up with the long run. Yes, I’m a stay-at-home-mom, but I have stuff to get done! Spending two hours getting ready to run and then running is a huge commitment, a big chunk of my day. And let’s not get started on the physicality of running ten-plus miles. I’m fairly knocked out for the rest of the day. I’ll be icing and foam rolling later. And I’ll be walking a little funny too. Then you have to think about re-hydration and making sure you take in the right post-run nutrition to let your muscles recover. Gah! It’s just a lot.
But I love the long run for lots of reasons. It lets me test out my running playlist. I typically add and delete a few songs in the days following a long run. There’s something about being outside too. So much more enjoyable than being stuck inside a gym. I feel stronger during and after a long run. I know I’ve really accomplished something not everyone else can do. I also like knowing I have a little room to cheat on the day’s caloric intake. There’s also the relief of knowing I don’t have to do another long run like this for another week. So I may have slugged my way through the last couple of miles. And I’m pretty sure I looked a bit pathetic at that last stop light coming towards home, gasping for breath, hunched over, and grabbing my screaming hamstring.
When I’m not training, and not running long, I want to be running long. When I am training, I can’t wait to get to race day so I don’t have to think about long runs for awhile. It’s a sickness I tell ya.
Do you run? Do you do long runs? Love them, or hate them?