I ran sixteen miles today, but in heavy contrast from when I completed my fourteen mile run, I do not feel like I won the feel good lottery. I feel more like I won the I-feel-like-I-just-got-hit-by-a-truck lottery. After about four miles into the run, I realized I'm just not feeling it today. From there on in, each step was filled with more and more doubt... how am I going to make it up that hill? will I be able to finish? everything hurts, is this normal? is my body ripping at the seams? how come I'm not a milking cow, they all look really happy over there...
But I wasn't a milking cow, and I chose this commitment to train for a marathon, and on days like today I remember that the struggle along the road will only help me reach my goal, as long as I fight through it (similarly to the kids at St. Jude's).
A deep thank you to the group I ran with today: Emily, JoAnne, Kim, Sara and Bobby. They led the way and offered me the words of encouragement I needed throughout the run. And with their help I was able to struggle through my doubtful, clumsy, tired strides and ensure I wouldn't be defeated in the end.
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