I had a lovely long run the other day. Cool temperatures, a slew of podcasts lined up, and I even managed to sneak out of the house before the rest of the family woke up. I covered 14 delightful miles and ran into several friends along my route.
And then I ruined it: I scrolled through social media.
“22 miles and time for a bath with a cup of coffee,” said one friend’s Instagram post.
“15 miles at 8:39/ mi,” said another’s Strava entry.
By the time I was done stretching and rolling out my calves and IT band, I was tense again — this time seething with resentment that other people could spend so much less time on their long runs than me.
You see, I’m not setting any land speed records. I do my long runs at a solid (but right-for-me) tortoise pace which slows when the weather is warmer. That 14-miler? It took me more than two and a half hours. I’d love to be done with my runs sooner to stretch, roll, spend more time with my family, relax, and just get stuff done, but it just doesn’t work that way. Read more >>