Usually when I run I go out with a set distance in mind. This morning that distance was 6-K. At first it was a bit tough to get going, since it was Saturday morning at 6:45 AM (I have 2 kids - those of you with kids will understand). I had my brand spankin’ new iPod Nano on listening to KFI’s The Tech Guy as a Podcast. The sun was just starting to have a real effect on the light, the air was crisp but not cold and I was feeling great. As I came up to the 6-K mark something inside me said to just keep going and I did.
These types of runs happen to me every once in awhile where I just feel like running more. Not because of the fitness benefits or the extra training, but just because I am having such a good run that I would hate to stop. Kind of reminds me of Forest Gump - I just ran. I only ran for an extra 2.5-K but it was enough to ’savor’ the run and enjoy being out there. I felt great.
Let me know of your experiences with these types of runs where you just feel like continuing on. What does it feel like? What are the ‘instigators’ that push you that extra distance? Please feel free to comment.
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I had a run like that yesterday but only added an extra km. If I had done more, I suspect I would have paid for it today. What makes me want to keep going is hard to pinpoint. Yesterday it was just the “wow, I’m sitll running”. I had not taken a break to walk or even find a potty. This was a first for me with that distance or time and no breaks whatsoever. A kind of runner’s high, I guess.
Lately my running has been steadily improving and that helps. Good fast tunes help too. I have new ones on my MP3.
I have runs like that sometimes, where everything just seems to click and I don’t like to head home. I guess it’s a kind of runner’s high. When this happens it usually results in just a few extra kilometers, as I tend to start worrying about overdoing it if I run too much further than that.
this has only happened to me once and although at the time it felt great when i got to that point when you relise its time to head home i was lost. somehow i had got completly caught up in the moment and didnt relise where i was or what time it was. anyway i took a deep breath and carried on running suddenly it was dark and i passed a sign telling me i was 7 miles from home. at this point my lungs were aching and my legs didnt want to know i felt like a lost pack packer without a hope in the world so i dug deep and managed to get home. the next day i woke with aches and pains and feet covered in blisters. as for why i gept running i have no idea and hope that it doesnt happen again.
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