Although I’ve had some close calls.
I have had my share of runs where I feel like I’m struggling with every step and I contemplate giving up literally every 5 seconds or so. I never let myself stop though. I know if I stop, I’ll regret it later. On days like that, I give myself a minimum mileage goal and a maximum goal that I’d prefer to get to. Today was one of those days. My schedule calls for a recovery week which means less mileage on my long run. My goal was 8 miles, but I gave myself the option of only doing 6.
Since this was a “shorter” long run, I brought Zain along with me. He was good company and kept me entertained and motivated by yelling “go, go, GO!” However, I just didn’t feel right the entire run. Last night’s dinner of barbeque pulled chicken, french fries and sweet potato tater tots (ever tried them? hello delicious!) must not have been the best fuel for my run this morning…shocking, I know . I felt sluggish, weak and tired.
While contemplating giving up and going home as early as the 2 mile mark this morning, I thought back to my experience running the Marine Corps Marathon. One of these days I’ll do a post about my whole first marathon experience, but for now I’ll fill you in on a big theme during the race for me – I wanted to quit. I wanted to drop out so badly that every time I ran past a group of spectators, my eyes were searching for my hubby (who was my boyfriend at the time) and my family. I wanted to find them and tell them to take me home NOW. They were amazing and found their way to several places during the race to cheer me on. Thankfully, I never saw them when I was ready to quit. I was kind of mad about that at the time, but I think it worked out for the best . I finished the marathon and I’m ready to run another so I can have a better experience.
I ended up making it through all 8 miles this morning. I just kept having to remind myself that I am not a quitter. I proved to myself that I can do anything I put my mind to.