I wonder how I became so slow…how I lost all I had built…why I’m struggling to run, to breathe, to keep moving…is it worth the struggle?
Then, when the fall arrives, and the air is cool and crisp, I get my answers.
I no longer struggle. My running ability was not lost, it was strengthened through struggle and strife. I’m faster. I’m stronger. I’m fierce.
And that’s what pulls me through these terrible months of training.
6 incredibly hot, humid, sunny miles 1:07:14.
I so can relate to this. My ego gets bruised in this weather. I ran a freaking marathon in March and now 3 months later I STRUGGLE through 5 miles. However I am keeping my eye on the prize and I know come late October it will all be worth it.
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