Hmm where do I start? It’s been such a full summer!
At the beginning of the summer I had every intention to continue blogging as usual. However, as my disappearance belies, things got very busy, and I didn’t have the time or energy to write.
As I mentioned before, my sister moved in with us and is living in our guest room until her graduate program starts. It’s been great having her around. She is working with several different research labs to gain experience and learn more about varying aspects of health promotion.
Running-wise, I took 8 weeks off and didn’t get back to it until last week. The extended break wasn’t planned, but was much-needed. After the New Jersey marathon in May, I took a short break and then ramped back up to running as usual. I started feeling signs of burnout in July. I was not excited about running, and even dreaded it. My workouts weren’t great, and even easy runs felt hard. I took more rest days than usual in hopes that the lackluster weirdness would pass. I wasn’t injured, but despite my attempts, I could not get motivated to run. I also felt guilty for dreading running.
By August I was decidedly burned out. I had zero desire to get out of bed to run, and the thought of training for a half or full marathon was not interesting at all. My body was fine, but I knew that my mind needed a break.
So I decided to take a hiatus. Just a couple days… maybe a week or two. That felt great. The pressure to not miss a workout melted away. That turned into a month of no running, and I didn’t miss it. Not at all. I felt zero desire to get back to it.
Strangely, this didn’t bother me.
A month became 6 weeks, and I STILL didn’t miss running. I started wondering if I was ever going to miss it.
6 weeks turned into 7.
Then, at the 8 week mark, I felt the desire to run. I can’t describe to you how much I realized I MISSED running. And it was a relief to feel the “want”. It was a couple days before I actually had the chance to run, because I had early morning meetings and long work days.
But when I finally laced up and got out the door for my first run, it felt AWESOME. 5 miles of awesome. I mean, it wasn’t the most comfortable run, and I was huffing and puffing harder than normal, but it felt good to be “back.” It felt sweet to be back. I’ve lost a lot of fitness, and will need to put in some work to get back to where I was, but I am ok with that.
I am so very glad I took a long break from running. It was exactly what my mind and heart needed. Giving myself the opportunity to MISS running and remember how much I love it is pretty priceless.
I’ve since run a handful of times, and am still working on re-building a base. I’m not putting any pressure on myself, and it’s fantastic. I love the crisp New England fall mornings –> perfect running conditions.
I’ll never doubt the power of a break from running to reignite love for the sport!!
Run any big races this summer/fall? Anyone else loving the the cooler temps? Tell me what you’re up to this week/weekend!