You know you're doing the right thing when everything goes against you.
Discouraging nay-sayers and ex-runners providing unasked-for advice? Check.
Onslaught of rain & wind the moment I even think of going for a run? Check.
At least one person making an unnecessary remark about what this could do to my cleavage? Check.
But yesterday was the icing.
It rained.
It hailed.
And then my shoes gave out completely.
I had a choice to make. Give in and quit, or deal with it.
I fast-walked the rest of the way, and hobbled home. I felt so guilty over slowing down the rest of the ladies I practice with. Tried not to be too much of a whiny baby about the pain until they left. Collapsed on the couch the moment the apartment door closed. And as a I sat there icing my shins and calves, I had a little conversation with myself.
Why am I putting myself through this? It hurts. A lot. What the hell?... my toes are PURPLE! Oh man, I am too old for this. What was I thinking? Well, the ice helps... the pain IS receding... maybe I'm making it out to be worse than it is... hey I can see my pulse in my ankle.. is that supposed to happen? How am I going to get through the next training run? I feel like such a dolt...
...and so it went. I waited for the denial hormone to kick in, or my darling spouse to let me off the hook. Neither happened.
End result ? I refuse to quit. I'm off to get replacement shoes from my local Running Room. There are some things I can't do anything about, and there's some I can. I choose to focus on what I can.
Consider this a ramble about life & running in Vancouver.
1 comment:
I wish we had that kind of determination to keep going, we're both terrible at talking each other out of doing something we should be ..lol..
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