I keep reading all these optimistic stories of fellow RW Streakers who are finding new joy in just running. The RW Run Streak has inspired them to run without a goal, without a watch, without a care as to how long or how far . . . to just run. Case in point: RW editor Mark Remy’s poignant tale of the distinction between a Run and a run.
I am not one of those people. Maybe I will be someday. But that day is not today.
Yesterday afternoon, Brad and I set out for a trail run. The “plan” was to run, walk, meander, and otherwise enjoy the trail until it got dark, probably 30-45 minutes. After about 20 minutes, the light was already getting sketchy, so we darted onto a nearby road and kept going. (With my half marathon this weekend, the last thing I need is to twist an ankle!)
When we got back to the house, my watch said 2.85 which I concluded was downright obnoxious. Brad, of course, was totally satisfied with the run and waved me along as I kept running so that I could get my even 3.0 miles.
Perhaps the fundamental flaw here is that I wore my watch in the first place, but here’s the deal: I am a firm believer in running by heart rate, so I like having the data on-hand. (Yes, by now, I should have a good sense of my heart rate without the instant data. But who’s side are you on, anyway?) I also feel the ‘need’ to have an official record of my streak. (The lawyer in me demands tangible proof of everything. It’s a terrible side effect of my career.) So there are my pitiful excuses for not running truly naked. 🙂
Maybe – just maybe – before the streak is over, I will experience one of those ah-hah runs where pace, heart rate, distance, and time are of no moment. But for now, I will simply embrace each even mile run. One day at a time.
~your Type-A runner & busy little B