I think I might be back! Or at least temporarily cured from my running burn-out.
I am not sure when it happened. Sometime around training for the Cleveland marathon last spring or just after but I was just done. I wanted nothing to do with running, reading about running, even thinking about running. But I continued on for so many reasons that make absolutely no sense. Finally I had to step away starting this past summer. Not 100% but I definitely had no plan, focused on the gym, and stopped worrying if I worked out at all. It worked for the most part only because it was so hot outside! Ultimately I even stopped reading most running blogs. Too many times I would get more depressed after reading about everyone's awesome achievements. I found myself comparing me to all of you and getting jealous. I was happy for everyone but I couldn't help feeling like the only who didn't love running all.the.time. I didn't like what I was feeling and how that was transcribing into my daily life.
For me, I had to step away and realize that over the last 9 years running has been a roller coaster of love and hate. Breaks are what I need; sometimes those breaks last longer than a week and even go on months. I needed to realize I don't always have to compete. I shouldn't compare. I need to run for me and me alone. It's okay to not love the running. And it's okay if I don't go out there and do a weekly speedwork/tempo/hill/long run and instead run 4 easy runs.
This past weekend I headed out in the spitting rain to get some miles in. 4 turned to 5 turned to 7. I actually seemed to have felt the endorphins kick in around 4 1/2 ;) I found purpose once again in the sweat. The sweat that only comes from one kick ass run.
For now, I'm on the way up. I am back to getting looking forward to runs, itching to get out there on the lakefront path. I'm back up to double-digit weekly mileage and considering a half for fun later this year. I'll ride this upswing as long as I can and make sure to keep my eyes open for signs of overtraining.