"Success isn't how far you got, but the distance you travelled from where you started"
After writing yesterday's post I had the chance to reflect further on running, the race and whether I ever want to lace up my sneakers and hit the pavement ever again.
Dramatic? Yes. A bad race will do that to you.
The answer: I do, with a but. I do but want it to feel good. And not good as in my feet and legs don't hurt at all at the end of this marathon but good as in I am content, positive, accomplished.
Am I afraid that the marathon will go as poorly as Saturday? You bet your ass I am. And with forty two kilometres and months of training on the line I am also concerned (and convinced) that, come October 23, a bad marathon will spell the end of running for this girl.
So, with two months to go before the big day what am I supposed to do other than over analyze and fret about more stomach cramps (or worse!)?
Yup, I am the girl that cried her eyes out on the side of the road after dropping out of a race a mere 48 hours ago and who now signed up for a 1/2 marathon in a month.
Am I crazy? Unless you are new to this blog you already know the answer to that.
Other than crazy I am also in need of redemption- a race that will reignite my passion for running and get me past the race anxiety that has come over me since the last two racing disasters.
No pressure though...
Realistically this isn't meant to be a PR setting race but instead a chance to have fun and enjoy the thrill of lining up at a start line with other people looking to cover the distance with a smile on their faces. To renew the woo, if you will.
Deep down, under all the doubt and disappointment I believe I still like running. Somewhere along the line I just forgot.
Despite evidence to the contrary, these are difference that can be reconciled
Can't you feel the love?
So tell me, how do you get over a disappointment? Do you believe you should hop back on the proverbial horse right after you fall off?