On Sunday, there were times I wanted to fly. I was stronger than I thought capable. I ran on adrenaline, not sleep, not rest, not at my physical best, but strong, for some strange reason.
My endurance was my gift. A fellow runner, was not as lucky. She developed what looked like "I T" band trouble, with shin pain. Not good, she walked the rest of the way.
When it came to my running on Sunday, I felt lucky.
When it came to the rest of my life, I was NOT lucky.
Later, when I saw her, she expressed disappointment. Her body hurt. It told her she had to listen, do less and re-adjust. She would be fine on Race Day, this was just life's way of showing her that sometimes, you don`t get what you want. You start off with a run, you end up with what you did not expect.
Lately, I have certainly not expected what I have had to deal with. I have had to adjust my sails, in order to keep sailing thru this unbelievable set of circumstances. My ability to run, has given me perspective. It has been my therapy, my balance, my calm in the storm. It has been a troubling couple of weeks. I knew I was in trouble a few weeks ago, when running 29K one Sunday, was the easiest part of my day. Yikes, time to do less, take a break, let it go, give it up, and pray the nightmare is replaced by normal.
My soon to be marathoner friend and I will both make it. Less is more, for both of us.
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