I hire a coach to help me do reach my goals. I always hit every workout. I work hard. I give my all in every plank, Roman twist, and push up. I never give up. Not this week. Coach is seeing lots of red when she looks at my log. The freakiest thing is that I didn't even want to run. There, I said it. I didn't want to run. That NEVER happens to me. I crave running like an addict craves a fix. Even though running has not been a part of my life for long, I am hooked. It gives me release for emotions. It is the only time that is all about me. When I run, I don't have to care for anyone else. I firmly believe I would still be in therapy if it weren't for running.
This week, I felt like it was futile. I work hard. I hit the workouts and I still can't reach that elusive sub-4 marathon. I am stronger than ever. My body hardly tired. I stood tall for over 5 hours on that course. Still, my body failed me. In a way that I never imagined. I thought I considered every possibility of failure. I envisioned everything I could think of and worked through my plan. If my back hurt, if my shin bothered me, if my gut was unhappy. Yet, all those were fine. Asthma?! Never occurred to me. I never struggle with it unless I am running 5k pace. To have a severe attack at mile 8, threw me. But I still hung on mentally. After all, it was just an anomaly. Nothing to worry about. It was over and done. But it wasn't. It kept coming back. And there was nothing I could do about it. Use the inhaler and keep moving forward.
This week, I have wondered why I do it. Why do I run for more than just the fun of it? Why do I race? Why do I strive to be better than I am? It all comes down to one thing. I love it. I love pushing myself and finding I can do more than I think I can. I love finding the strength inside me to push a little harder. That sub-4 marathon is out there. I will find it. I may not run another marathon this year, but I will run another and, then, probably
Enough of this "poor me" attitude. So I did not get what I wanted this time. Get over it and move on. Suck it up, Buttercup!