I have discovered the secret formula to a carefree old age: iycri = fi (if you can’t recall it, forget it). — Goodman Ace
The quote above seriously has nothing to do with today’s post, other than the fact that it works in the Wednesday word: carefree. And it tickled my funny bone.
Carefree. Running. Running Carefree?
Yes, I’m struggling a bit with this one. Because I am not usually a carefree runner. I care too much: care about my pace, care about hitting my paces, care about completing assigned workouts, care about doing all the things that keep my body “running” smoothly.
Once a week I try to be a carefree runner, sort of, kind of. I still strap on my #Garminvivoactive. Okay, it’s pretty much always strapped on. But it’s on and I start the GPS . . . and then I don’t watch my pace. I use it to tell me when to do my run/walk intervals. I use it to keep track of my mileage. But I try to keep my easy run easy.
In fact, I did this just yesterday. I truly had no idea how
slow fast I was running. In the end, it wasn’t a bad pace for me on an easy day, considering how hot and humid it was. I don’t want summer to go, but boy do I want summer to heat to go! I don’t live in TX anymore.
Not that I can complain. We really didn’t have a lot of heat this summer.
On the other hand, running also has a way of making me carefree, even if only temporarily. Those things that really aggravated me before I started running? They don’t matter so much after I run. I’m a kinder, gentler person after I run. Even if it’s only for a little while.