It is 77 degrees today in the Philadelphia. FINALLY! Warm weather and sun. It has been heavenly. Luckily the forecast is calling for low 80s for the next two days as well before a cold front sweeps in and brings some thunderboomers and chilly weather. At this point, I am just thankful for a few days of warm weather to thaw things out around here.
Yesterday wasn’t so bad either (low 70s for a high, maybe) and I ventured outside for my first outdoor run of the year. It was lovely. I went about 3.9 miles in the early and felt pretty good. Later that evening I went to hot yoga for the first time in a while. I knew it was going to be tough, but I love what yoga does for me physically and mentally so I went anyway. I laid my mat at the front of the class where the sun was beaming in through the windows. Great right? WRONG. Big mistake. I walked out of that class sweatier than I have ever been. I felt bad for the two people next to me. I was dripping. If there is anyone in the Philadelphia area looking for their first hot yoga experience (or first yoga experience period) I highly recommend HOTBOX Yoga in Manayunk. The teachers are great, the classes are usually small, and I have yet to go to a class where I didn’t have fun.
But that was yesterday, so I digress. This morning I woke up sore from yoga, but feeling pretty good. After all, the sun was shining and it was set to be a beautiful day. While it is more convenient to just step out of my front door and run up and down City Ave, I do not enjoy it much. I much prefer to run along the river on the Schuylkill River Trail, so I made the drive. From where I can park in Manayunk to Boathouse Row is just under 4 miles. This would make a trip out and back under 8 miles; farther than I have ever run in my life. I have kind of decided to make a long-run Monday a regular thing, so naturally, I decided to try it.
As I said before, I have never run this far in my life. Because of that, I do not know how to pace myself for that distance. Oops. I made it to Boathouse Row, turned around and kept going. About a mile and a quarter into my return run, I decided to stop and check how long I had been at it. I was shocked when I read the number: 5.04 Miles in 37:45. WHAT? So much for nice and steady pace. I decided to alternate between walking and running the final 2.36 miles of my run back to my car, finishing the entire 7.4 miles in a little over 1:07:00. While I didn’t make the entire 7.4 miles without stopping, I am still proud of myself for trying it. Hopefully the pacing comes with time and experience, or maybe I will just go faster for long, who knows! This is a learning experience for me.
Moral of the story: There is nothing wrong with trying. There is a saying that has been floating around that says: “Dead last is better than did not finish which trumps did not start.” So whatever your level, just try. If a mile seems daunting, try it! you may only be able to run for a few minutes at a time before you stop, but it doesn’t matter, you tried. So I didn’t get through the whole run, at least I tried.
P.S. I will be unbelievably sore tomorrow. Promise.