Hey hey everyone! Happy Tuesday 🙂
My run yesterday evening was tough! And not on purpose either! I made the mistake of doing too many squats/lunges yesterday morning because I had not done them in forever– I have to keep up with squats and lunges at least once a week (ideally more) or else I run the risk of being super duper sore and not being able to walk for days!! So I really try to keep up with them.– I had gone about 8 days without any squats/lunges, so yesterday I knew I had to do them!!!
*I used a 35# kb for my squats and lunges, then ended with a few rounds of kb swings. It was super fast and fun!
But that translated into a oh-so-tough run yesterday evening! I was planning a slow relaxed one, and that is what I got! I ran with my dad and our friends– 8 miles at who know what pace! All I know is it was very hot, very humid, and I was shuffling! I thought I was running with sandbags tied around my ankles! Haha but it was fine because everyone just felt horrible and didn’t want to run so it was actually very fun… I have never heard all of us complain so much! Misery loves company, right?
It occurred to me while
dying running yesterday that my criteria for what I label a “successful run” has changed throughout the years.
The title of a “successful run” used to be only given to those runs in which I hit a PR, achieved a new distance, or placed high in a race. I was concerned and focused only on the results as an indicator of how the run went. It would ‘t matter how I felt during the run or if I over came a particular obstacle that day to get where I was… I only cared about the #’s at the end. What was my time? What was my pace? What number girl was I? How did I place in my age group? How far was that run?
Needless to say, I didn’t often have a “successful run” if it meant meeting the above criteria. I would push myself every single run, chasing this title and my skewed definition of “success”. As such, my runs were stressful, less enjoyable, all work and no play. I was tired all the time and would feel down on myself after “unsuccessful runs”.
This has changed in the last few months (for a variety of wonderful, positive reasons!) and I want to share with you all what I now consider “success” in my runs:
1.) I got out there and I ran. Plain and simple! Success is lacing up your shoes and hitting the road.
2.) I listened to my body. I pushed if my body felt strong… I relaxed when my body said it was tired… I stopped when my body said no more.
3.) I finished with a smile. This could be due to the fast past I kept, or the ease at which my stride came, or the distance I hit. But mostly… this is always due to the happiness and gratefulness I experience at the conclusion of any run.
Webster says: Success—accomplishment of an aim or purpose.
I love that! It says nothing about how you stack up against other runners, whether you hit a certain pace, if you beat your previous PR, or if you ran X number of miles. It is simply defined as whether you accomplished what YOU set out to achieve.
My run’s lately are with the aim and purpose of ENJOYMENT and LOVE of running! Nothing else (for right now!)
So did I have a “Successful run” yesterday- despite the slow, crawling pace and the heavy heavy legs?
You bet I did 🙂
What do you consider a “successful run?” Has that definition changed over the years?
Where is your dream destination race!?!?!?! ((THIS IS A HARD ONE!!))
-Everywhere? is that an answer? I really really want to do the Barcelona Marathon, London marathon, and Berlin Marathon. I just had a friend to Cape Town (in South Africa!!!) and she said it was incredible!!