That bastard called perspective.

Since my hip wasn’t feeling that great post Heartbreak I was put into what we like to call “protective custody” for a full week. The good thing about not running for a week is that it gives you a lot of time to think. The bad thing is well, it gives you a lot of time to think (And also you can’t run and that sucks).

I let myself wallow in my self pity for a few days, which included a very childlike ”TERRIBLE!” answer to anyone who asked how the race was. And as what seems to always happen when I most need it- I was reminded by several people how proud I should be of my accomplishment,  how proud THEY were of me. As much as I wanted to hide in my embarrassment and disappointment the reality of the situation was that I had just finished my second half marathon in less than a year. To make it even more symbolic that same weekend, exactly one year prior, I had crossed the finish line of my first 10K. Half the distance I ran a year later. Even the most stubborn girl in the world can’t argue that that’s pretty incredible.

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Exactly one year (and 6.2 miles) apart.

I think I need reality checks like this from time to time. I need a little perspective. I need to a slap across the forehead to remind me how far I come. I just finished my second half marathon. A year ago I was pumped that I had run my first 10K. In just over two years I’ve gone from a certified lazy ass to an athlete. In the grand scheme of things, that is no easy task. Consequently, neither is a half marathon. And yet here I sit looking at the medals from two that I have completed. Damn you perspective, sometimes you suck.

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Same shirts, same girls… different accomplishment.

At the end of the week I shook off the last of my angry feelings. Wrote down my lessons learned and tucked them into my log book. And then I turned the page. Time to move on. Time for a new page. New week. New goal to write down. Time for something new to strive for and be proud of myself for.

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Who would have ever thought there was an athlete inside that girl?

 

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About Kathleen

When your legs get tired run with your heart.

Posted on June 18, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. I’m glad you’re moving on. No need to dwell 🙂 That last picture speaks volumes about how far you’ve come! You should definitely be proud.

  2. Jenereesa @ ScootaDoot

    Great post! Sometimes it’s easy to forget exactly how much we’ve accomplished. Onward and upward (or at least foward… upward might be bad – HILLS!).

  3. Great post to start off my morning! You are incredible. 🙂

  4. I’m kind of where you are right now. I’m dealing with injuries and getting slower. It’s hard to not get discouraged. I’m trying to focus on what I am able to do at the moment.

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