|Yea, he's got his running mojo back|
What a stud
Truth be told, there is a deeper rooted issue that I have been wrestling with in the past few weeks that has finally caught up with me. My running spirit seems to still be healing from last months marathon misstep and there has been salt burning my wounds with the unpredictability of my career path as of late. I have tried to keep positive and press on telling myself that there will be other races and I will once again give the marathon a go, but my heart is still quite broken from the mess of a race I had. I haven't yet let it go and it has been eating me up inside and quietly greeting me at the least unexpected moments. Telling myself that there will be other marathons, that 3:26 is still a decent clip, and that one race doesn't define the limits of my abilities has only gotten me so far. Beyond the skin of a runner also lies a gal who has recently reached for so many new things and pressed past the area of comfort in life only for situations to turn out less then ideal, that it has shaken the rocky foundation of my core.
It can be difficult sometimes for me to separate the runner from the person in me. Being a runner is just a hat that I wear for a short period of time each day, it doesn't define who I am...but why at times do I let it?
a child of God.
a daughter, sister, and friend to many people.
someone who has the power to inspire others.
a dreamer, a believer, and full of hope.
an intelligent individual that has the ability to create distinct notability.
a positive thinker.
unique in my thoughts and do not let myself be bound to the chains of what is normal.
fortunate to have the gifts that I do.
filled with courage.
valuable well beyond being an average runner.
a woman with many gifts.
|It can be difficult at times when the road is rocky to remember who you are|
The part of me that has been continually questioning why I have the ability to run a 1:27 half marathon on a trail course that had some extreme and drastic inclines but could only finish a full marathon a few weeks later in 3:26 with a half broken body has been taking over my mind. While I should be focusing on my career, family, faith, and blessings, I am instead cramming my mind with running "whys". This is not who I am, so why am I letting it control me? Because I'm a foolish human caught up in the value of the world.
One of the most challenging things for me in life is being humble, and standing on the sideline supporting the most important man in my life taught me a bit of humility yesterday.
Things are not always about me.
Life doesn't happen on my timing.
Good things come to those who wait...and those who believe.