No, it’s not the smell of my running shoes, it’s the best I can describe my mental status. I am feeling a bit adrift, and a lot crabby lately. I know, KNOW that most of this is caused by the lack of endorphins (is endorphins not a word, spell check doesn’t think so) in my life recently. But I also can’t find the motivation to get those endorphins (I’m going to keep using that word even if it’s wrong) each day. Honestly, the thought of going out and running just two miles is not appealing right now. Like somehow it’s not worth getting all my running clothes on and waiting for my Garmin to sync just to run for that short a time. But that’s what I have to do to rebuild my base, to get back to where I was pre-injury days.
So I sit and I stew in this funk and I can’t get out of it. I’ve read quite a few motivational blog posts the last few days that, while motivating, have only left me feeling like a horrible runner because I’m so unmotivated. I’m fairly certain that’s not how it’s supposed to work. I am hoping to run both Saturday and Sunday, I will dutifully run my two or three miles, get some sweat going.
On a side note, and I’m not sure how this is related but I am obviously in a place where I don’t care about that, I am reminded of a friend who DID have funky feet. His nickname was Toe Jame, we were on the track team in high school together and we all thought his toes were so freakishly long. They were probably not any longer than most toes, but when you’re in high school everything is ridiculous. I don’t even remember the poor kids name, just that we called him Toe Jam.
And now with that pointless story aside, I bid you a happy Friday, and I hope that you have a fabulous weekend. There are a lot of races this weekend in my area: Houston Marathon, 3M Half Marathon and the Bandera Endurance Trail Runs. If you’re running this weekend I wish you a safe and happy, PR quality race!