It seems that today is one such day.
When that happens, I guess it becomes a matter of how I respond to that challenge.
It has been incredibly windy here since last night. The windows of The House on the Hill have been rattling, and I’m worried that a pack of big bad wolves is trying to blow my house down.
But I didn’t let the weather conditions prevent me from going on my morning run. Saturdays are when I work on distance, so I was keen to get out there with the wind at my back and pile up the miles.
Just as long as I didn’t get blown off to Kansas, and land on a Wicked Witch with a pair of snazzy red shoes.
It definitely felt like Fall, and that was a good sign. This is my favorite season for running because of the Goldilocks weather. Not too hot. Not too cold. Just right.
But the wind could not be ignored. It made it seem like I was doing resistance training as I fought against it on my way out the road. But I just made that part of the challenge.
Whenever I could, I ran into the powerful gusts. When the wind tried to push me down the block, I fought harder to go in the direction I desired.
Perhaps I didn’t want to be accused of sloth.
I just think it was a matter of pride.
Whatever it was, I kept propelling myself down the road, determined to go seven.
It was a rough run, but that’s how I know I was doing it right. I’ve always said that if I feel too good after a run, I haven’t given my best effort.
I felt like crap when I finally made it back to The House on the Hill.
My knees ached. My legs were heavy. I had sweat in my ears. How do you get sweat in your ears? I’m still befuddled.
Even now, hours later, as I sit here watching the Notre Dame game, I’m very sore and moving quite slowly.
I haven’t gathered as many steps as I usually do on a Saturday because I’m tired and it hurts to force myself into an upright position.
I ran seven miles today.
I’m suffering a little now, but it’s the good kind of pain. This is how accomplishment feels. And dedication.
The wind is still rattling the windows of The House on the Hill, but it didn’t rattle me on my run. It just made me work harder, and kick a little more ass.
It wasn’t a magnificent seven miles, but at least it didn’t end with my head in a box…