In the deep of the marathon, I hate it. I question why I signed up. I question who I am. I forget why I signed up for it in the first place. Now I realize that it’s imperative that I hate it. That its hard. That it hurts. I say yes to something that challenges me, put in hard work training, fight myself through the race and overcome. I achieve. I cross the finish line. Whether I went fast or slow, gave it all or wanted to die, I did it. And the takeaway that I set a big goal and fulfilled it is really what it’s all about. It’s what makes runners strong. It gives us a sense of pride and a new understanding of ourselves that we’ll take with us on the next run and a strength that we’ll apply to the next big challenge.
I can’t wait for December 8th when I tackle 50 miles. It’ll hurt. I’ll regret signing up. I’ll question if I have what it takes to finish. But I hope with everything inside of me that I’ll give everything I have to cross that finish line and smile like I’ve never smiled before.
Do you have a love/hate relationship with running?