And I'm not sure how to word it, but I need to get it off my mind.
I have a very hard time accepting praise. Accepting that I'm good at something.
On the flip side, I'm very good at nit picking everything I do.
Let's back this up (that's what she said).
(are you getting sick of twss? Let's pretend you're not)
On my runWednesday, I had a speed workout. I had 3 layers on, and I felt SLOW. So, so, so slow.
I was getting down on myself.
"You're running so slow!"
"Out of breath at a 9:00 minute mile? Good luck breaking 4 hours in the marathon."
"This is really sad."
"Why are you even running?"
Running is physical AND mental. And some days it's easier than others. Wednesday, it was ROUGH. I wanted to quit a hundred times. I kept telling myself to just go a little bit further, that I could. not. stop.
And then I had a bit of an epiphany.
Who CARES how fast I'm going?
Was I out of breath? YES. Was I giving it my all? YES. Was I running hard? YES.
So, why can't that be enough?
I was pushing myself and I never stopped trying. Isn't that the point of training? To push yourself? To overcome hardships? To kick butt?!
I need to stop comparing my "fast" runs to others'. Just because my 5k pace is someone's marathon pace does not make me a bad runner.
When you run, you are a runner. The end. I need to let go of the concept that I suck because I can't run a 3 hour marathon.
I need to remember to just be the best runner that I can be. And that quitting is what would make me a terrible runner.
NO question today. I just want to say that you are awesome :) Yes, you!