I haven’t written much about running lately because I’ve been keeping my mileage under 2 miles in the last 5 weeks. It’s hard to come up with something to write about because just as soon as my gears get greased, I’m turning off the treadmill.
It’s double suckage running.
The First Suckage
I committed myself to increasing my distance at a very slow rate after taking December off. However, that doesn’t prevent me from desiring the exhaustion that only a five plus mile run can deliver. It doesn’t hinder the craving for the sweat and calorie burn I get from running. It doesn’t stop me from wanting to spend an hour performing mental mathematical computations during a run to determine the speed needed to travel the a certain distance in the time allotted, to determine how a speed increase or high intensity interval might affect my completed mileage, or how many feet in elevation I may have climbed. (I have never calculated that. It just sounded cool.). The point is I want to run farther so it really sucks that I am not. Therefore, most of my runs suck.
The Second Suckage
I’m not sure if it as age thing or just a running thing, the first mile always sucks. It seems like no matter how much I warm up before hand, that first mile sucks. I don’t have any adrenaline to ease my aches and pains. I don’t have any endorphins to lift my mood. I don’t have any sweat to wipe from my brow. So, if my mileage is less than two miles, more than 50% of my run sucks. If I can run farther, the percentage of suckage greatly decreases with every passing mile. Only ten percent of my run will suck on a 10 mile run.
So, the double suckage explains why on Saturday when I was given free reign of the treadmill that I ran 3.6 miles instead of only 2 miles. That’s a 46% reduction in suckage based on the first mile sucking and 100% reduction in suckage because I got to run farther than I should have.
Ya know, some runs just don’t suck.