
I continue to be surprised by what my body is able to handle each time I increase my miles per week. It seems like when it comes to my long run days (Saturdays) that I could just keep on running. But, I made a promise to myself that I would take it slow this time around. So far, it has worked wonderfully! At this rate of progress, in just a few weeks my short recovery runs will be just as long as my long run when I began running six days per week.
I have a couple of specific thoughts on which I would like to touch this week. By the end of the week I would have come to about 350 miles on my first pair of running shoes since I started running last year. Just remember, that time includes about 9 months recovering from an injury and rekindling the fire inside to run again. I had also noticed over the last week or so that my right hip and feet were a bit more sore than usual after my medium and long runs. So, I decided that it was time to replace my shoes.
It was a bitter sweet experience driving to Striders in Layton, Utah (the BEST place to shop for running shoes) and finding a new pair of shoes. Do you remember that feeling as a child when you finally have to let that old, dirty, torn up teddy bear go? Yeah, that's the kind of feeling I had knowing it was time to just let this pair go and move on to a new pair. It's rather surreal to think back on all the places and paths I have run in those shoes, all the sites I've seen, getting attacked by a dog, and the wonderful experiences of running while wearing them. I know, it sounds kind of crazy to have this emotional attachment to a simple pair of running shoes, but to me that's how it is. Mizuno Wave Nexus 4's, you will always be my first love. ;) My new pair for the winter/spring will be Saucony Guide 4's. Seems pretty crazy to think with my current weekly mileage that I could go through these new shoes in 10 to 12 weeks.
My other thought is based on two random but very related experiences. About two weeks ago as I was heading out for my long run, my father-in-law saw me heading out. We exchanged greetings, and seeing me in my running gear he simply said, "Heading out for a run, eh?" To which I replied I was. He then jokingly asked, "What are you running from?" Without much thought, I simply said I was running from myself.
I didn't think about that experience until a few days later. I was listening to a local radio station and one of their commercials was for their afternoon talk show. Two people host the show and they were simply doing the advertisement by playing the recording of a discussion they were having. It happened to be about running. One of the hosts (obviously not a runner) asked something like, "Why are you running? I mean, what's chasing you?" After hearing this basic question, it got me thinking. After some thought, here is my answer to that question.
Who is chasing me? I will give the same answer I gave my father-in-law: myself. Not my actual self, but some other future me that I don't want to become. I look at where I am in life (turning 31 this year, married, father of 3) and where we as a family are heading. We have a very bright future ahead of us, and I refuse to live a life now that will end up preventing me from fully enjoying all that God has in store. I refuse to not sacrifice time and energy now and end up like 1/3 of those in this country who are obese. I refuse to give in to indulgences now so that I end up like 11% of those over 20 and 27% of those over 65 living with with diabetes. I refuse to end up with the myriad of health problems that are plaguing this nation as a result of very poor choices in diet and exercise. I refuse to not teach my children at a very young age the great importance of eating healthy and exercising.
When all that my family is working together to achieve comes to fruition, I want to have the physical, mental, and emotional well being (all three areas are inseparably linked to our diet and exercise habits) to fully enjoy the fruits of those labors.