Sometimes, The Views Are Better Than The Run

I’ve run a lot this week, I’ve done it for no other reason than to satisfy myself. On that note, I’m really, truly happy.

My body, on the other hand, could use a day off, which is why Wednesday, I will be forcing myself to go to Yoga Vida, and dragging poor Noah along with me. His 6’1″ muscles could use some lengthening, whereas for me? I’m trying to forget that yesterday ever happened.

Okay, maybe I’m being dramatic. It wasn’t all that bad, after all. But on Tuesday morning, I woke up with a bit of disconnect between my body and my brain. The former said sleep; the latter said run, run, run! And so after packing 21 miles into 3 days over the weekend, I figured that a short, 3-mile run couldn’t hurt, and it’d be at least enough to satisfy my cerebral cravings. I was very, very wrong about the first part of that statement though.

While yes, it felt amazing to be outside in the fresh, 40-something degree air and sure, I was ultimately glad I squeezed 30 minutes of sweat into my morning, nothing else was painless about that 3-mile run.

I kept it simple: Run over to 1st Avenue and take it all the way up, past the U.N. building, to 59th Street and Sutton Place. Stretch for a couple of minutes by the water, and run home. That’s 1.5 miles there and 1.5 miles back. Easy, breezy, right?

As it turned out, the only memorable parts about Tuesday morning’s run were my tight calves and shins – and the views of the East River. Ah, the views.

Let’s leave it at that, shall we? Because while there are good runs and there are great runs and there are indescribably OMFG amazing runs, sometimes, the views are simply better than the runs themselves. Thank goodness for those.

Can’t win ’em all, right? When I have a terrible run, I try to focus on something – anything – else besides my achy or tired body. What tricks do you use to get you through however many miles you’ve planned? Music? People watching? Scenery? Sitting on the side of the road and weeping into your sweaty hands?

5 thoughts on “Sometimes, The Views Are Better Than The Run

  1. Sitting on the side of the rod and weeping sounds about right. :) I haven’t learned any great tricks yet, though when I’m cranky with work and the people there are driving me nuts (read: ppl who overdramatize EVERYTHING) I tend to run better b/c I’m thinking about being ticked at that rather than how hard I’m breathing or ‘omg I want to walk, no I don`t, yes I do, no I don`t`.

  2. I’ve had plenty of runs like the one you described. Sadly I don’t have any tips on how to get through- usually I just call it a day and go home. Obviously something I have to work on. I agree the views on the East river are great!

  3. I have two things that I do: I repeat a couple of different mantra’s to myself until the feeling passes. The other thing, and this seems to be a subconsious effort that just surfaces, is to think of something that makes me angry. I’m generally not an angry person but something from the past will pop-up that maybe was never resolved and I will carry that for quite a while. Usually it is a lot of “I wish I had said this…” kind of stuff. I’m sure it is really theraputic and it can really distract me.

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