
uhh... ok Perhaps. Perhaps not. If all events are neutral, and we attach
the meaning and significance to that event, then I get to create the meaning of
'hitting the wall' last Sunday. I mean after all, all of the drama should count
for something!
The evening after this run, I was stunned into silence (trust me, this is most unusual). I just needed to go 'within', and contemplate on how I chose to deal with the experience, and what that says about me as a person. I reacted by swinging back and forth between victimization, anger, fear (what if I can't do this) and eventually stubbornness and determination. I was judging myself for being whiny, angry (dropped more than one 'F' bomb) that my body hurt when I wanted to run faster/further, and still determined that I was going to hit my target of 18 miles.
I judged myself for these feelings of struggle, until a fellow runner
shared that they experienced very real and similar feelings. The point is, I'm
still running. Regardless of the difficulty level of the obstacle, I'm still
running. That's the lesson I'm going to take away from this. Life happens. Good
happens. Bad happens. I get to decide how I'm going to respond to those things.
I am a runner. I choose to keep running. One foot in front of the other.
I'm rewarding myself this week with a loving massage, and eating lots of
fresh foods and beets! Now that I've had this experience, I know that when it
happens again, I can and will get through it. I will live to run another day!
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