This is a movement. A movement to rock people out of their comfy routine. Something to force discomfort into their lives.
It’s called “Do Something You Hate Tuesdays”.
Let’s be honest, Tuesdays are the worst day of the week. You don’t have the end-of-the-week joy of a Thursday or Friday or the “sigh…we’re halfway there” feeling of a Wednesday. You don’t even have the self-righteous “It’s Monday, I’m mad, and YOU’RE going to hear about it!” Tuesdays are just…there. They just exist.
So for the last month, I have done something special on Tuesdays. I have pledged to “do something I hate.”
For me its track workouts, bear crawls, and stadium stairs. The more mind numbing and physically exhausting, the better! These workouts are boring, brutal, and very VERY painful. By the end of the workout I’m usually drenched in sweat, limping around like John Wayne, and muttering “$*** that was ****ing hard.”
Whether you are training for a marathon, an Ultra or even something crazy like a obstacle race or adventure race, one day you will glance at your training calendar and spot these dreaded words: LONG RUN.
The long run. The day of training that simultaneously has the time consumption of race day and none of the excitement. The absence of good vibes makes this something to power through. You won’t be out there with hundreds of other racers…you will be alone. There will be no gunshot (or one of my favorite parts of ultras the announcement of “go whenever the hell you want, it’s going to take you literally HOURS to finish ha ha ha”). Delicious Aid Station treats and spectators are non-existent.
During your long run YOU have to rely on pure IRON WILL to get your butt out of bed and spend the next few hours punishing yourself…on PURPOSE!! Continue reading
Try this on your next trail run, jog through the park, or jaunt around the lake:
Run au natural. Take the ear buds out.
I began jogging mainly to stay in shape for rugby season while in college. During these beginning experiments with jogging I relied on my iPod. It is the whole reason I was able to withstand the monotonous (and painful) three miles around an Iowa City neighborhood. I would throw on beats and tell myself “don’t think about how much your legs hurt or how trying to breathe right now is a challenge or how much this sucks!”
The music helped. It numbed me. It allowed me to think about anything other than “oh $#%#$#$ this %#$^# hurts like a son of a #@!#%!”Continue reading