Yoga has been my number one, most preferred workout since late November. Which was strange because in the past I would not have hesitated to tell you that I hate yoga. Plus why bother with yoga when I could go for a run?
Last semester I found myself wanting to spend more time on the mat and less time in running shoes. Actually that might be an understatement. I had no love for running. I had zero drive to train. I knew, eventually, I’d sign up for another race and start thinking about my next PR, but right then I needed a distraction from the stress and workload of graduate school. Stressing about losing my endurance/speed was not it.
Which is why it was so surprising to wake up on Saturday, decide to skip yoga and go for a long run instead. In a perfect world this would have been 12 effortless, amazing miles, but in reality I spent the first 6 miles working through stiff, uncooperative muscles and wondering what the hell I was thinking when I signed up for a marathon. I was also convinced that a half marathon in five weeks would be a disaster.
In retrospect I can see why this was a difficult run. I had just finished a very stressful week of school (basically I failed an assignment, was given the opportunity to redo the assignment, but the redo AND a second assignment for that class were both due on Friday). Earlier that day I had tried to do some XML/metadata homework for my other class, and after staring at it for half an hour I just gave up. My brain was fried, and it turns out that mental fatigue negatively affects physical performance.
There is still a lot of stress ahead of me this semester so I’m sure I’ll reach a point where I’m ready to throw in the towel on running, but it was so nice to feel like my old self this weekend.