So, hurt twice in two weeks, and 3 feet of snow totally derailed my latest attempts at a marathon.
I went out for a run the other night, trying to get back on track, and I felt awful. Shaky, sick in the stomach and had to walk for part of it. I decided, I don’t give a crap.
When I started running again 3 years ago, my goal was simple: Longevity as a runner is the only metric. Each day, make it your goal to still be running on that day, the next year.
I want to feel good about my running, not discouraged or upset. An arbitrary distance goal that makes me despondent when I don’t meet it is not why I started running. I don’t need a marathon to be a runner. If I get there, I get there.
I still want to do it, and I will eventually, but not like this. Not some tunnel vision death march to physical therapy every 6 months.
I am over that. I have to be. Upward and onward.
Viva la run.
