After my first disastrous marathon that I very rarely mention, my best friend and I got the word “believe” tattooed on our right wrists. I put it there to remind myself how strong I am. That first marathon is definitely a thorn in my side but it taught me soooo much about myself, but most importantly it taught me to believe in myself. I had loved running so much that while that race broke me down, I certainly did not give up on running.
While I was upset with my performance last year at Boston which lead to a mini runner depression ( I don’t even know if that is even the correct term, but trust me it exists). I learned a lot about myself once again. I truly wanted to walk off the course last year, but once I seen the Citgo sign I knew I had to finish and there was no way in hell I was going to walk the last straight away. I’m not even sure how I re-qualified and I was certainly lucky that my qualifying time was good enough get me back in this year. I needed all of the happenings of 2015 in order to make me a better runner today. I needed that fire to be ignited once again. I needed to feel excited and passionate about it again. Running is like any other relationship in your life and if you neglect it and don’t treat it well, it falls apart on you.
Trust me, there have been days that I loathe running and I think running loathes me, but once you commit to running the Boston Marathon, there’s no backing down. You have to put the time and hard work into it because that race is no joke! The first few weeks of trying to get back into running were painful. I was soooooo scared that I would never get back to liking it, let alone loving it. But I had my break through day that I have been waiting for. You know the one where you look forward to the long runs and work outs and while, yes, they suck, they fuel you, they inspire you, they excite you! It happened on my long run yesterday, on the treadmill no less. It was a weird day outside yesterday due to storms that had it the west coast. So I decided to throw on my running skirt and head to the gym. My coach wanted me to keep it between 7:40-7:50 pace. I did my first three miles at 7:47 pace. That felt so good that I picked it up to 7:41 pace for the next three miles. I always try to finish my last mile faster than the rest of my run, and it felt good, so I picked it up to 7:19 pace, with a final time of 53:56 for 7 miles. It felt amazing! I actually would have run farther but some guy came into the gym and he was creeping me out a bit.
Have I run faster? Sure. Have I run farther? Clearly. But not recently and yesterday’s run was exactly what I needed to reignite my love (relationship) of running. “Believe” in the process, believe in your running relationship, but most of all, believe in yourself.
What’s your current running relationship status?