Sometimes we have bad runs. Sometimes we struggle. It’s not always going to be easy. If it was, it would probably have stopped being fun long ago. Funny how that works, huh?
The marathon took a lot out of me. And I have been slow to recover. Some days have been easier than others as I work my way back into shape. But today was not one of them.
The weather was cold. The winds gusty. And my stomach bloaty from too much food at a family get-together the night before. I felt like the fat kid in gym class out there. Chugging along trying to keep up with the fast kids.
Except there were no fast kids. Just me and the not-so-distant memories of my own faster running self.
But November has always been looked upon as my recovery month. It’s been a long year of training and racing. With that in mind, perhaps I shouldn’t be so hard on myself.
After all, I will get better.
I promise you that.
More importantly, I promise myself that.