I’ve been talking with a bunch of people at work about running recently, some of who were pretty active last spring and summer. We had a good group that would go out in the late afternoon for a nice group run, which was both an awesome way to build synergy with the lab personnel, as well as get an extra run in during the day.

Typically there is a couple of people in the lab that don’t necessarily enjoy running. They can’t fathom that I like going out on long runs as a way to de-stress and think. For them the struggle is real. Every mile is painful. While I don’t disagree that running is a brutal mistress, you learn to love it.

Yesterdays 4 miler

Yesterdays 4 miler

I tried to explain to the nay-sayers that the first few miles of every run really just suck. Your body isn’t warmed up, you are fighting every step and you feel like you should be doing better out the door. It takes some time to really hit your stride, if you are anything like me. And I’m talking like a good three miles before I feel comfortable. Yesterday’s run was no exception to this. I am horribly out of shape compared to where I want to be, and the first three miles SUCKED. But, with Ellie leading the charge, by mile 3 to 4, we hit our collective stride and hit our fastest mile of the run.

It takes time to get into the rhythm, and for your body to realize that it’s no longer time for rest and relaxation. It takes time to build up the endurance to hit that next level. I’m excited to get back there soon, because I’ll tell you what, getting through the first few miles is the worst.