Well after a couple days of not running (various reasons including not enough time, deer hunting, and being just plain lazy) I made it out for what should have been a beautiful hour long run on some local trails.
The moment I pulled into the parking lot I knew that my run would be anything but awesome. There was a thin glaze of ice coating the normally gravel surface; so slick it made just getting out of the car a little dangerous. The next couple of steps weren’t much better.
“Okay, it’s got to be better in the woods. Right?” I found myself wondering as I took a few careful strides onto the trail. No such luck though. All down the trail, from edge to edge, there was the same film of ice; only thicker and more treacherous.
I remember thinking that it would be much wiser to head back home and just settle for a couple miles on the road, and I also remember thinking that running on the road would suck a lot more than running the trails, ice or no ice. That’s probably about when my feet shot out from under me and I found myself landing, left ass cheek first, in the middle of the woods.
Needless to say, my run today was short, and painful, but it was also a step in the right direction. Sometimes I find that the most important step of breaking a training slump is that first step out the door; everything else tends to follow pretty easily.
My plan tomorrow is to just run, on the road or on the treadmill, and to wait for the subject of tomorrow’s gear preview to show up. (Ooooo, cliffhanger!)