After many months, I was FINALLY able to get a much need run in with a friend tonight. The beauty of your running friends is they will tell you what you want to hear, sometimes things you don’t want to hear, and just listen while you ramble on too. It’s a special thing:)
We were talking about my training and her training as she is also doing New York. We both have similar goals except that I’m not really sure of my goals right now. Things are kind of up in the air, but she made me laugh telling me not to be a “teenager and just do it.” She further pointed out that my training has been getting back on track and that if I give it just a little more time so will my head. Part of that has to do with once the kids get back in school and I can get back to my normal schedule.
I said to her that it has really been a difficult summer and it is even ending on a not so fun note. All of these things are have not totally sucked the life out of my training because I am finally able to get my workouts in. Maybe not all of them, but I’m getting better. I’m getting back doing what I need to do, it is just sucking my get up and go.
I’ve said before that part of my problem is that last year when training for Marine Corps Marathon, I had committed goals. They were concrete. I don’t have that this time. I am missing the drive that I had. I am trying to find it. I really am, but part of me keeps questioning in the end what does it matter. I know it would be a source of pride to me to run a marathon in 4:30 or under, but other than that what will the point be? I have PR’d in various events. In looking at Athlinks today, I realized that there were a few events that I finished decently and one I even came in first in my age group. Of course, there were only 4 women in that group but still. I’m wondering…… What does it matter?
I not only love to run, but being a runner is part of who I am now. If I were to never run another race again (that’s not happening – don’t panic), I would still need running in my life. I love running, but I’m growing weary of training. Not physically, but mentally.
I know all this mumbo jumbo in my head is due to all that has happened this summer. You can’t loose a loved one and not think about what is important in your life. I wish that was all, but like the commercials says “but there’s more!”
I am committed to running the New York City Marathon. I am committed to training for the New York City Marathon. I am committed to finishing the New York City Marathon. I just wish I knew how I wanted to finish it and what I want out of race day.
It feels good to say that. It feels good to know that.
That is the one thing that has fallen into place today while other things were falling out of place. I do know that I am committed to New York which will mean that I will be committed to training for it. Like a child whose old toys is about to be thrown away, I did not realize how important this has become to me until the prospect of having to bow out became a possibility.
If there sounds like there is more to this story, there is but I’m not at a point to share it all. In the scheme of things it’s not anything tragic or bad, it is just something that I have to deal with. Like laundry, some things just need to be done. When the time is right, I will let you know.