I’ve been feeling a bit sluggish in my running lately. A week or so ago, as I was out, I decided that I needed to kick it up a notch. In cross-country we would do “intervals” once a week to increase our speed and help keep us from plateauing. When I’m training for something big, I like to add intervals to my routine, but all I am trying to do at present is avoid those times when you slip from normal comfortable pace to slow haggard pace. Generally this happens on hills, so I decided to use proper form and kick it into gear on the hills. Not to kill myself, mind you, it’s just that occasionally there is a very fine line between sluggish and slow, and fairly quick, and I notice that most often on hills. So, my goal lately has been to resist the temptation to barely stumble up hills (which are VERY plentiful here), rather, to bring my arms more in synch with my legs, lift them a little higher and lift my legs a little more in the proper hill running technique. It was this very thing, just kicking it into gear enough – not to necessarily go faster, but to maintain when it’s rough – that gave me an edge in many a cross country race and I hope that at present it will help push me past my rut.
As I was running up a fairly long hill today, it occurred to me that there might be some way this related to real life. Some sort of a metaphor that I couldn’t quite articulate (after all, I was “kicking it up a notch” on a fairly long hill – plus, I think you have to be talking to “articulate”, so maybe I mean some type of a metaphor I couldn’t quite formulate?), perhaps something about trials or times of spiritual plateau? Maybe something about that fine line between being sluggish and actually doing quite well? I’m not sure. I’m just leaving it here in case anyone else can make something useful out of it.
P.S. I also have always been quite successful at using the easy down hills to my advantage, though that is less about work and more about totally going with the hill . . . metaphor there? I’m really too tired. Goodnight.