But oh man, this ain’t baseball…
I’ve been having a really rough week and to top it all off, I couldn’t finish my long run yesterday. I wasn’t feeling too great physically or mentally, and afterward I broke down a little bit. I’ve just been super frustrated with myself, and not being able to finish a workout that would have felt easy last week was just the icing on the cake.
I’m not even going to bother with a weekly recap today. My mileage this week was a whopping 8.58 miles, and I think that sums up this week pretty well.
I’m not writing this post for attention or sympathy, or to feel sorry for myself. I’m actually feeling pretty optimistic. This week is done and over with, and it is what it is. Tomorrow starts a brand new week, full of new opportunities.
I’m writing this because I don’t think enough people talk about the bad days, weeks, or months. It’s really easy to talk about your good runs, high milage weeks, PRs, and good races. And that’s great! Celebrate your accomplishments, big or small! But don’t pretend it didn’t take blood, sweat, and tears to get there.
Let’s face it; our sport isn’t always a pretty one. It can’t always be sunshine, rainbows, new shoes, good food, and PRs, ya know? But scrolling through Instagram, twitter, and a lot of blogs it can sure seem that way sometimes, and I think that can get a little bit discouraging. Especially when you’re having a rough go at things.
So I’m here to tell you it’s ok to cry! Fucking curse if you need to! Take a day off or cut a run short if you have to. Yell at your husband because he isn’t being sympathetic after a really bad run…well, at least apologized afterwards. 😆😉 It’s ok to not be in love with every second of running. Sometimes running really fucking sucks.
The words “relentless forward motion” are at the very top of my blog for a reason; as long as you’re still putting one foot in front of the other you’ll eventually get to where your going. Even if you stumble a little (or a lot). I promise.