I can’t say with any certainty that it was low tide when I ran past, but it sure smelled like low tide.
It’s a gorgeous day here in San Francisco. A bit on the breezy side but that’s not a problem. Even at my loping pace the body generates enough heat that cooling air is refreshing, as a rule.
Today’s run alternated between the feeling that I could keep going all day and the feeling that I had to stop right away. It’s a little strange how arbitrary those feelings seem to be. The urge to stop doesn’t seem to have any correlation to my breathing, or my heartrate, or any soreness in my legs or feet. All those things would come and go as well, but the impulse to stop was not connected to them.
In other words, the impulse to quit has more to do with what I’m accustomed to than what I’m capable of. I’m fighting mental inertia more than physical inertia. That’s an important thing to remember as I get out there.
One thing that helped me today was remembering something I’ve observed while on the motorcycle. When I’m out riding on a beautiful day, I imagine that I’m the envy of everyone else, that everyone would rather be riding a motorcycle than doing whatever it is that they are doing. That fails under one condition: when I see runners. Sometimes also when I see bicyclists, but always if it’s a beautiful day and I see people running, that’s when I feel envy even if I’m on the motorcycle.
So I know without a doubt that I have the pull to get me out on the road. I just have to actually follow that pull, put the shoes on and go.