It was a rough week at work and all I wanted was the weekend. I had it all planned out. Saturday morning, a seven mile run on the Newton hills, followed by iced coffee and a bagel. Sunday, another five miles down by the reservoir followed by eggs and iced coffee. Or maybe pancakes. It would be the first time I had run more than six miles since the London Marathon. The weather was going to be perfect, my legs were feeling good and I was going to get all the work stress out in these runs. This alone time was exactly what I needed to re-charge my battery.
Everything was going according to plan until about mile three of my seven miler. That is when I got attacked by a dog. Ok, maybe it was more like tackled, but regardless I hit the pavement. Instantly I went from being in full out running bliss to being infuriated in a way words can’t describe. The dog owner expressed no regret for his dog’s actions and I expressed no regret in telling the owner my thoughts on his inability to control his dog.
With a bloody knee I decided to carry on with my run because I wanted it really bad. I needed this run. This was my run and I was not letting anyone steal it from me. At first running angry seemed to agree with me. I was owning the hills. But by mile five, my anger got the best of me and the negative energy was sucking out my mojo.
I finished my seven miles but in a real sour mood which I blamed on the dog owner. For the rest of the day I blamed the dog owner for taking away my run, for taking away the one thing that got me through the week.
When I woke the next morning, knee still aching, I realized it was not the dog owner who stole the run from me. I stole it from myself. Yes, the man was clearly not in control of his dog and clearly did not care for my well-being. But I can’t control that, I can only control myself. I should have brushed it off mentally like I brushed it off physically. Physically I put aside the bloody knee, but mentally I couldn’t put aside the anger.
In the end my run wasn’t stolen, it was lost. I lost the meaning to my running on that Saturday and I have no one to blame but myself. Lesson learned.
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