I have always much preferred the Long Slow Distance run to Pace or Tempo runs. There’s something great about letting your mind zone out as your legs do the work for you. You can take in the scenery, listen to a podcast or work through your problems. One of my favourite things to do when I visit my parents is to take off into the countryside with my running shoes, a bottle of water and some snacks.
It was a Sunday back in August that I finally accepted I was injured; I’d gotten up early to have breakfast in preparation for my club long run, only to discover I couldn’t walk. I sat at my kitchen table and had a little weep. The long slow run really is one of my favourite things to do on a Sunday (I mean, apart from brunch, but run first, brunch later, right?!)
Now I’m back running again (although very slowly, believe me), the Sunday long run is something I never want to miss. This last week in fact, I had been out at a housewarming until stupid o’clock in the morning, and still I dragged by butt out of bed on three hours sleep, and went for the run. That’s how much I love it.
My flatmates seemed concerned for me; saying things like Pippa you know you really don’t have to do this and Take a rest, it’s okay not to run. I don’t think they understand that this is something I genuinely love doing, and its a privilege for me, as opposed to an obligation.
This Sunday’s run was of course a struggle, but we always knew that was going to be the case. Hangover + minimal sleep = not so much fun. But still, I enjoyed it! I had someone to keep pace with and natter along to, and then I was home in time for a well-deserved lunch!
So what I’m trying to say is, I’m so grateful to be able to run long and slow again. Never take it for granted!
When was your last great long run? Do you run with a group or alone?
Lots of love,