Day 238: Putting In the Klicks

It’s amazing how fast you adjust to longer runs. I ran 14k this morning — at 7k out I realized I just was not feeling it and turned around rather than stranding myself. And berated myself all the way home for “only” running 14k.

14 kilometres! That’s, like, 10 kilometres and then another four kilometres. I mean, that’s a lot of kilometres! That’s a number to be proud of!

And I’ve described this problem before. I get going with exercise, and then I want to escalate and improve, and then injury or burnout, and then I have to take a break. And backslide.

So this is a good time to remind myself that 14 k is a good run. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t need to be ultramarathon ambitious, especially now. I just need to maintain consistent good work.

{or am I being lazy, says my terrible interior voice}

So it’s important right now just to maintain, and take it easy on myself. Pushing only leads to Bad Things. I mean, a little, moderate, tiny pushing is okay. But I need to remember that good is good, and good doesn’t always have to be a stepping stone to Greatest Ever in the History of All Things.