You would think that knowledge would be enough to get me out the door more often, but I'm in a funk. And as a result, I pretty much don't feel like doing anything. Even the things I know will make me feel better. Like running.
The other day I was thinking about how I feel like a fraud lately. Like I can't call myself a runner anymore.
If I only run three days most weeks, am I a real runner? If I don't get excited before my runs, am I a real runner? If most runs feel hard, am I a real runner?
If I only run three days most weeks, am I a real runner? If I don't get excited before my runs, am I a real runner? If most runs feel hard, am I a real runner?
I've seen all the quotes about how it doesn't matter how far or fast or often you run that makes you a runner. But seeing isn't always believing. Somehow I always believe things like that when applying them to everyone except myself.
So I decided to think about what I want to accomplish as a "runner" this year. I have some races on the calendar. Which is a big deal considering my last race was the Boston Marathon last April. And I have some big goals, which will helpfully motivate me out of my funk and help me get focused in multiple ways.
Luckily I have a supportive family. Yesterday, I was feeling overwhelmed and didn't feel like running or spending the time it would take, but Scott pushed me out the door because he knew I'd be glad I went. And of course I was. Tomorrow I'll log my third run of the week. And next week I'll make a plan to keep working toward my goals. Then I'll take it one day at a time. Because that's pretty much the only way I can handle it these days.
Now on to much lighter and happier things. Some random...
...and some funny, because it is Friday after all.