Running Away from Adulting

"Only I can pass my own finish line" This is literally what I have to chant to myself every single day. There isn't a single aspect of my life that isn't applicable to this. Why? Because I'm a 75-percenter. Have you ran a race or completed a project and came to that little over halfway point and just felt like *bleck*? Thought about why you even started in the first place? Asked what it's worth to finish through? And what if no one else cares if you don't complete it - is it still worth doing? Yeah, that's me.. with just about everything. And for a long time (and sometimes still), I either found the easy way out or a shortcut. But honestly, I felt that everything I did could have been done better if I just put a little bit more work into it. I only had myself to blame.  So instead of just sitting there in pity of being sub-par from my potential, I started to ask myself EVERY FREAKING DAY: "how bad do you want it?"

Let this sink in. Ever been injured and prescribed not to run for days, weeks, months, even years? It can feel like you've had a chunk of your heart ripped out (yes, I'm exaggerating). But what if you were never able to walk on your own two feet? What if you were told that you could never run again? Now how do you feel? This isn't me being a Debby Downer, this is bringing awareness of what we have to be grateful for. I definitely take this for granted from time to time. When I'm having my own pissy-party about running a pace slower than I planned, I have to remind myself that the ability to run is a gift. So when you're out there ready to give up, upset with your pace, or even just not feeling like running period, remember that this very moment that you have the ability to put one foot in front of the other is an absolutely privilege. Take a moment this week to look at yourself and be grateful of your body's ability to move.

Okay! So I'm going to be starting this Monday Motivation. We can't expect ourselves to feel go-getter-ish all the time; we all experience mental slumps at some point. And sometimes, we let ourselves to just sit in the slump we're in. But if you're like me, you may feel like you can't escape the hole and are begging for something to kick you in the butt and back to your optimistic self.  Well here's your weekly kick!... well, slight nudge. So I signed up for my spring marathon, and I am beyond scared. The thought of developing another stress reaction or fracture lingers. What if I can't hardly walk again after a 20 mile run? What if I suck at keeping prescribed paces during my track runs? Why the heck am I even thinking that I should run 26.2 miles for fun? Should I even try again?  Its like I'm giving up before I'm even starting... Giving up is easy. But what happens if I don't give up?  Why do we give up? One reason is be