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I went for my first "Long Run" today, and after much planning, I had a perfect route. Through the scenic park that is by my house, exit onto main road, follow road to side entrance of park, and home. Sounds simple right?
Well, being a relative newb to running I still havent got hold of a light waterproof jacket, so I wore my long sleeve Nike Dri fit thingy, and my usual shorts/shoes.
I left the front door thinking I was going to finally do over 8k! (I have only previously done ParkRun followed by rest with a drink then 3k jog back to my home) I was going to do it slow and try and put these into every running week I have slowly increasing the distance.
So... I get to the park and the sky opens up and chucks everything it has at me, I mean this rain was rediculous. I knew the rain was coming but not like that! I pereseveered and carried on thinking "If it gets too bad I'll turn around and think about buying a treadmill", So I continued, up the slight incline that makes up almost half my planned route and realised, I was loving it. I have recently stopped using headphones on my runs and this was an amazing feeling. No one was about, just me and the tracks I was running on, the rain beating on my cap and my clothes stuck against my body from the incresing wind, it was probably really cold but I didn't care at all, I felt like a runner, a REAL runner. I was the one out there slogging through this rain and cold, no one else.
I passed a group of ramblers who where clad in waterproof coats and umbrellas, and a few of them where moaning about the dodgy conditions. I ran past smiling to myself, said good morning and turned down the path I needed to.
As I came to the road section of my run, my legs where aching slightly, but I wan't out of breath, I was not going fast or particularly hard, but I think the constant incline took its toll on me. I stopped for a few seconds and let the pressure off of my feet and bones, and continued on my route. Now it was all downhill or flat.
I passed the petrol garage that I see on my usual 2 mile runs, but this time I had easily done double that!, I was soaked to the bone, my hair underneath my hat was wet and I was getting strange looks from children in passing cars.
Everything was easy again, I settled into my stride and sidestepped in to the side entrance of the park again. This was my favourite bit, I was the wettest, and the coldest I had been all run, but I was flying along, not out of breath, no aches, no pains. Pure running.
As I came to my original entrance and realised I had gone full circle, I slowed to a walk, and smiled the biggest smile I think I've had in months.
I may not be the fastest, I may have the most stamina, but I had the guts to carry out, through the bad conditions, which to be frank, are only going to get worse now.
I wont kid myself, I need to get a waterproof running jacket, but that hour of alone time, free time was exactly what I want from running. Yeah I know it's fun to get PB's and I am trying for them but this was something else, I hope I can experience what I felt today again in a future run, maybe along the beach in the summer like Rocky Balboa, or in the snow. I loved it.
Sorry for the long wall of writing, but now to my question, did you go out for your run this morning? Do you like running in bad conditions? Or do you prefer to run on the treadmill inside on days like these?
I am sure the novelty will wear off soon and I will be making a thread in the real wintery months complaining I am cold and don't want to go out, but I'll enjoy it for now!