Indy Monumental: Week 2/18 - 44 miles
I found some inspiration on my run today so I thought I’d share:
I did not want to run today. My body hurts, my mind hurts, my life hurts. Luckily, I did it anyway.
About a half mile into my six, I came across an all too familiar scene. A man, I’d say in his 50’s, finishing his run. I could tell he had already been on quite the adventure by the broken stride, the hydration pack, the heavy breathing, the look of complete joy/agony as he slowed to a walk and stopped his watch.
As I ran by I said, “Hey man, hell of a job.
He simply smiled and said, “Thanks, fifteen.”
Me - “Fucking fifteen?!?!” I curse when I get excited.
"Fucking FIFTEEN!!!," as he fist pumped in the air.
Sometimes I forget running isn’t just about PR’s, medals and finishing places. It’s about believing in yourself. Even if no one else does and sometimes even you can’t quite find the faith in yourself. Just keep trying. The battle is what makes the accomplishment so great.