I cannot lie to you, the internet, or myself. The past few months I, for some unknown reason, loathed running. It seems odd as running was the activity that really brought me into the world of fitness to begin with, but I just didn’t have the desire or drive to hit the pavement or trail. My running shoes were feeling severely neglected as I sought other means of fitness. Granted, it is always good to switch up your routine and workouts, to help balance the toning of all of your muscle groups and to make sure you stay committed, but this was getting a bit dire. Especially because I had signed up for a race through work, and needed to commit to doing it with coworkers, and my boss, as other race participants. You can’t tell the Vice Chancellor you didn’t feel like representing the university because you haven’t wanted to run. Well, technically I guess I could, but I surely didn’t want to.
Earlier in the year I had heard about the Cherry Creek Sneak through a chain of work emails sent out to fellow running colleagues. This is a local race that boasts 4 different distances for the runner in all of us: 10 miles, 5 miles, 5 kilometers, and 1.5 miles. The event takes place each April in one of my favorite areas of Denver, Cherry Creek. It’s an old, established area of Denver with gorgeous stately homes and quaint, older cottages. It’s eclectic and charming, and a gorgeous area to run through. Being that I had signed up for the Colfax Half Marathon, which would take place less than a month later (AH! This Sunday!), I thought it best that I register for the 10 miler. Once the hubby said he’d join me, I was committed.
So March rolled around, I kept on running, but was just not happy with it. March turned into April, and my mood hadn’t changed. Part of it, too, was that I was so in love with Core Power Yoga and the Tone it Up workouts, that running didn’t seem quite as appealing. So finally the weekend of the Cherry Creek Sneak arrived, and rain was in the forecast. If you haven’t kept up with Denver weather (let’s be honest, it’s a fascinating and ever-changing subject here), it rained for over a week straight, with about 3 inches of snow by the end), and I was truly dreading the race. Sunday morning I woke up feeling groggy, tired, and just not in the mood to run. But I am not one to back down from a commitment. So with a sense of foreboding, I dressed for the race and hoped for the best.
The hubby and I found a spot to park and walked a few blocks towards the starting line. The 10 milers started first at 7:30am, so we arrived with about 20 minutes before the start. I searched around for my colleagues, but didn’t see anyone. Eventually we just readied ourselves for the race, lining up in our time corral, and prayed for a decent 10 miles. This was not my most optimistic start, to be sure. After one of the best race-day national anthems ever, we were off! Luckily the rain had held off to start, and we made our way from the east side of the Cherry Creek Mall toward Colorado Boulevard, and then looped back toward University Boulevard. We ran to the northwest corner of the mall and turned left onto 1st Avenue. We’d already gone 3 miles at this point, and I was feeling pretty good. Time was passing quickly, it was the perfect temperature for running, and I was actually enjoying myself!
As we ran past Denver Country Club, we turned right onto Downing and made our way up the first real hill of the course. Overall it’s a fairly flat course, which typically makes for great running
times (and happy runners). We got up the hill and turned right onto 6th Avenue before making our way toward Cheeseman Park. Any Denverite knows that the city is spattered with local parks, trails and greenbelts. Given my race history, I am most familiar with Washington Park, City Park, Central Park, Confluence Park and Sloane’s Lake. I had never before been to Cheeseman Park. The park includes an outer trail which loops in an oval around the perimeter of the park. It is a gorgeous space with a beautiful pergola and amphitheater along the eastern edge of the park and large trees all around.
Once we made our way out of the park, we hit the 10k mark, and the drizzle began. Rather than turning back the way we came, we headed further east on 6th avenue. Mile 7 was possibly the
longest mile of the entire race, because this is when it really began raining steadily. The temperatures dipped and it felt like we were never going to turn around. Police officers lined the streets, and truly I felt for them, having to stand out there until all the 10 milers ended. At least I was moving!
Making it to mile 8 was a huge feat, and at that point I realized my legs still felt great and I could make it. The cold rain was not ideal, but two miles is a drop in the bucket in the grand scheme of things. We made our way back to 1st Avenue, which led us straight past the mall and toward the finish line. My only complaint is that the 5k participants were finishing at the same time, and were primarily walking in large groups, which made running around them very difficult. The finishing area, as a result, was rather bottle-necked and confusing. Robbie and I sprinted the last tenth of a mile toward the finish and were instantly slowed by walkers. I was hoping for a much more triumphant finish, but I did it.
Immediately afterwards we grabbed water, a half a Panera bagel, and delicious banana, and made our way straight to the car. It wasn’t worth trying to find folks. The 5 milers were set to begin at 9:35am, and their whole five miles ended up being rainy and cold. I’d prefer 10 miles with 3.5 miles in the rain, than 5 miles entirely in the rain. Thankfully the hubs is BRILLIANT and brought towels to wrap around ourselves in the car, and turned the seat warmers on high. Rain and cold aside, this race was fabulous, and I am happy to report it was just what I needed to regain my love for running. I am SO excited for this weekend’s Colfax Half Marathon, and I look forward to the BolderBoulder the week afterwards.
It just goes to show you, sometimes you need to step away for a little while to rediscover why you love it in the first place. The hubs is so wise, and at the beginning of April he told me to just take a break from running and focus on my other pursuits. I did just that, and after the Cherry Creek Sneak, I have been running almost every weekday during my lunch hour and feel so refreshed. So here’s to the next run – no one run will ever be like another, so take the time to appreciate the journey!
Ever just have a running slump? What did you do to get out of your running rut? Anything you recommend to keep your runs happy?