Sometimes, my beloved furball growls. Yup, even my beautiful, seemingly innocent angel gets angry from time to time.
When he growls, he wags his tail. I used to think he was just weird. But tail-wagging can actually signal aggression in dogs.
This makes no sense to me. I used to believe that wagging tail= happy canine.
I hate when the opposite of something is true. This phenomenon is not just reserved for our pooches’ communication skills, but it happens in many other areas of life too. Including- you guessed it- running.
I’ve already discussed how you have to exert energy to get energy. Other examples, solely in my experiences, include:
To run faster, you may need to walk.
I know, stick with me here. I used to be anti-walk breaks. I thought they were unnecessary moments of weakness that would slow me down. Boy, was I wrong.
Last year, I ran a ton of hill races. In one race, instead of suffering my way up a steep incline, I decided to walk. I PR’d in that race. After that, my philosophy on walking breaks changed. I feel that walk breaks help me recover and reach my speedy pace faster than “toughing it out” through a hard part. Now, I walk in races and in training. And I’ve never been faster. Coincidence? Perhaps, but I’m going to keep walking.
Eat heavy to feel light on your feet.
This strategy will not work for everyone, but it definitely helps me. When I eat a lot leading up to a run, I’m more likely to feel strong and fast. If I eat lighter, I’m more likely to feel sluggish and weighed down. If you’re a calorie skimper, just try eating more in the day and hours leading up to a run. Then when you PR, remember to thank me
The best runs may happen when you feel the worst.
Once again, not always. Cough, DNF, cough.
Do you know how many runs I’ve started in a negative mindset? I’ve been too tired, sick, cranky, cold, hot, etc. to want to run. So many times, I assume I’ll have a horrendous workout, but I’m usually surprised. My best runs always happen when I least expect them.
For instance, yesterday I returned home from a ski weekend away with friends. I knew I should run but I was tired and had a stomach ache. I figured a short run/walk would have to do. But, out of no where, I ended up running 5.25 miles at a 7:59 pace and the average for four of those miles was 7:45. So unexpected.
Do you have any examples of when common sense doesn’t work? Running or other kinds? Share! I find things like this so interesting.