I got out for an early morning run today. 8km (5mi) at a nice steady pace. Lately I've been having a harder time getting into my runs. I still like them. I still get out the door to do them. I just haven't been getting into the rhythm. I rarely run with music, because I like to hear my footsteps, and be fully aware of my surroundings. I've been reconsidering it though, because sometimes I feel like I could use the distraction.
Today was different. Today I got out there, did my usual short walk to warm up, and then started running. I generally make a point of running easy for the first kilometer. Once I was through that, I just ran. It was one of those perfect runs. I didn't set any records or anything, but I felt great. Easy, but not too easy. None of those mind games I have to play with myself to keep me running.
It was over too quickly. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that I need to be back by 6:15 (so my husband can go to work), I probably would have thrown an extra kilometer in there just for fun. If only I hadn't dallied so much after my alarm went off, I could have...
On another note, I had a good swim Monday evening. I chatted a bit with a couple of the triathletes (ironmen, to be specific) in the pool. Sometimes, I feel like they're the cool kids at school, but they let me swim in their lane with them and even give me the occasional tip - be it swimming technique or advice on local races.
In reality, I recognize that they are simply a few years ahead of me in this sport. I enjoy talking to them and hearing about their experiences because I know I can learn a lot from them. I wonder if they'll ever realize how much of an inspiration they are to me?