27
Oct
2009
Lost and Found
Running is so precious to those that run…but, like all other awesome things there is such thing as too much. I may have experienced that. Or perhaps it was the resounding sense of disappointment I felt from my less then spectacular showing in Detroit. I tried to talk myself into chilling, I was 41 out of 5052 female runners…pretty decent right? No…I had potential to run well better then that and I blew it. I got a bit burnt out I guess. I started training late in the season because of my Boston injury and that resulted in a pretty lackluster beginning. I placed in the top 5 overall in most of the races I did but it wasn’t my potential, and I knew that. So it started weighing on me…it is amazing how much the mental aspect is part of the running game. It felt great to get 2nd and 3rd but I wanted first…only I hadn’t earned it. It is sort of like Boston haunted me all season, a small reminder as to why I didn’t achieve what I should have. I finally did get my first…and it felt nice.
I was talking to a patient of mine, he mentioned he ran for years everyday and loved it but a week or so ago it just became a chore, he didn’t want to anymore, but he did anyway. I told him to take a break….don’t run for a few days…see if you miss it. I just knew he would, and then he could start enjoying it again. It was upon giving him that advice I decided to take it myself. So I didn’t run for 4 days…and in my world that is A LOT. It came back to me…it’s like it knocked on my door and asked if I could come out to play. Running was a good friend, and was there when I was ready to come back out and play.
I love running…