All week I wasn't sure what my running plans for the weekend were going to bring. I leave for Myrtle Beach this weekend, so I wanted to give my husband the wheel on what we were going to do this past weekend. We ended up having a low key Friday night, so I thought I would run Saturday morning with some of the Sole Sisters who had planned an 8am run from Panera. Hot coffee, bagels and great conversation....who could ask for more? Well....evidently I didn't ask enough because I messed up.
I got to Panera early so I could do 2 miles before meeting with the group because they were only running 8. I didn't plan very well and took an Ipod in my mitten because sometimes I like to listen to music when running alone. It was a cold morning in the low 30's; I needed music. My shuffle, my pink nano and my other pink older nano all needed charging, so the Ipod touch would be perfect for the 2 miles. A mile and a quarter into the run as I was making my way back to the Panera parking lot, I realized the group had decided to run on SUNDAY morning, not Saturday.
I laughed at my blonde hair and decided that maybe this was some sort of divine intervention. I needed more hills in my workouts these days, so I was determined to keep running. I turned toward one of the longest hills in Greensboro with a smile on my face. I was not only going to run a hill, I was going to see airplanes. I was very comfortable running and told myself I didn't care about time, etc., as long as I logged 10 miles. I can sometimes become a slave to my Garmin watch; pace, avg pace, etc. I really, really enjoyed this run. I'm thinking it is because I didn't analyze my watch. I'm thinking I was running with just myself so if I needed to slow down on the hill, I could slow down. I didn't have to worry whether or not I could keep up with anyone or not.
I sang out loud a couple of times and stayed warm thanks to 'hot hands'....what would my Reynaud fingers do without them? I was actually smiling when I finished. I then looked down at my watch and realized I averaged a 7:39 mile and smiled even bigger. My new slogan, "Hills: It's What for Breakfast"! I grabbed some bagels and coffee for Dan and myself and went home.
The lesson I learned? Running with friends is great, but running solo can be empowering. Every single day is/can be an adventure....enjoy the ride!