We all have a bad day, or 2, or 3. It's tough to stay positive all the time especially when something's just dragging you down. A few things I've learned from having bad days are that there's always tomorrow, you can't avoid them, and they'll only make you stronger. Even for the utmost control freaks out there, bad days are just something you can't control, so why not embrace them?!
For instance, this past Saturday, I ran 12 miles with one of my fave runners, Noor. She's training for Boston, which is her first marathon ever, and she's been running with me along with the rest of the Nike+ Run Club. Lucky her, she's been stuck with me for her past few long runs. Now this past Saturday was far from the perfect day. It was slightly warmer at the beginning of our run around 8:30AM (and by warmer, I mean 42 degrees and cloudy). The weather forecast said around 9 to 10AM, rain would start to fall and winds would pick up. That's exactly what happened. Around mile 5, it started to rain HARD, the temperature dropped, and I started thinking negatively. Let's factor in the fact that I had a cold too, so bad vibes were just surrounding me. I tried to stay positive for Noor, but the truth was that I was miserable. I was cold. I was soaked. My body was achy. I had an insane headache. But I was determined to finish her run with her.
I'm not gonna lie, I bitched about a few things that were bothering me to her and it made me feel better. Rather than me being her pacer psychiatrist, she became mine. But what made my run with her better was when she was really thankful that I was running this long, dreadful run with her. That made me realize that it's just a bad run that I had no control over. I looked at it as a challenge and a good practice run for more rainy runs ahead. I noted to self to wear appropriate clothing and check the forecast on run days. I get insanely hot after a quarter of a mile so I made a rule to myself that if it's 40 degrees and above, I'm definitely wearing shorts to run. That really didn't help me this past Saturday but lesson learned. Not that it really mattered since my shoes were soaked already, but I viewed puddles as cute little obstacles that I literally had to jump over. Winds became resistance training that will only help us get faster. The rain? It only made us even more badass runners post run.
I took a hot shower, a long nap, and called out of work after the run since I was sick (something I couldn't control and played a role in why my run was horrible). I stayed in bed all day that day. Brian brought me soup and we watched Antman. It was actually pretty good and funny. Anyway, like I said in the beginning, there's always the next day, and it sure was a better day the next day. I wanted to rest more but Brian forced me to go to the gym with him and try to sweat out my cold. Moving definitely helped me and I released some tension on the bag for 20 minutes. Safe to say, I went ape shit on that bag. Just always remember to stay positive and if you feel as though you didn't do well on a run or workout, then you'll get them next time, tiger!