The Metroparks Flooded

⁣A few months ago (already) I got to run a half marathon, and in a few more months I get to run a 10k. Most people would look at this and think, why would you want to even do that, let alone sound excited to do it?

My thoughts have shifted to once having to think of training, and running in the hot or cold weather, complaining about how sore I am, whatever it was to seeing this all as a gift. Not everyone is able to run, so why would I complain about something that I GET to DO?

Listen, I mean this wasn’t something that shifted over night. It has taken years to get to this point. Staying along the running theme, back in 2016 I trained for both a half and full marathon. During that year long process, there were a lot of hours spent training. I would run my long runs every Saturday, getting up early to beat the heat (which was inevitable), finish up a few hours later in pain and end up taking a couple hour nap. I complained every step of the way, how hot it was, how tired I was, someone that annoyed me at work…never once grateful. I was more concerned about what was on the training schedule next week and that I had to do this because I paid hundreds of dollars on training and races. 

When I started to really practice yoga and take look inside, you begin to realize that you are in charge of the narrative. Changing the language, shifts the energy and the glass that once had appeared half empty is now half full. 

One thing I did say (out loud) this past April was that I think I was done with the distance. It just doesn’t suit my body any longer. What I am grateful is all of the experiences that lead me to this point. All the experiences I got to do to help me across the finish line.