I have to be honest as you know I always am, I really used to hate this expression. I find it to be condescending. Smug and even a little obnoxious.
Not everyone wants to get off the couch. I’m not in competition with those that our sitting on their couch. Now though I look at it not as a way of shaming those who for whatever reason are not getting out there. I look at it as a way to say that I am willing to push myself past all the reasons that I could use to stay on the couch.
Recently (like today) though I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. It would be so much easier for me to give up. No one would blame me. Some might even think it is the smart thing to do. I can stop at any time if I wanted. Yet, for some reason I can’t.
It’s just not something that I am willing to do.
No one is pushing me out the door. Although I have awesome supportive friends, they would support me no matter what I decided to do. No one is making me train. No one is making me run or train for a marathon. (If anyone would like to, that would be fine with me).
Today’s run I knew would not be a good one. I knew it before I even walked out the door. My body aches. My foot is still hurting. I had 14 on the books and from the get go decided that I would do 10 today and run tomorrow to kind of make up the difference. (Yes, I know that’s not how training works; but sometimes you’ve got to adjust).
Out the door I went.
It wasn’t a horrible run, but it might have been up there with worst training runs. I walked more than I should. I stopped a few times to stretch. I just was Blah. All that being said, I ended up with an 11:40 pace.
Then I did something on my run today that I thought I would never do. I called for someone at home to pick me up. If I pushed, I knew I could finish. I was only 2 miles from home.
Here is the rub.
I didn’t want to. I just didn’t think with the way my body was feeling that it made any sense to do that. I also knew that it would not be good for my mental training either.
You would think that I would be freaking out since Chicago is less than a month away. I’m not. I’m actually pretty calm about it. Really this close to the race, pushing when I shouldn’t push will do more harm than good.
So I did the “ride of shame” home, but felt no shame.
I have no doubt that when I step up the Chicago Start line that I will also cross the Chicago finish line.
Remember I’m one stubborn and determined person. Besides, I do like getting a medal put around my neck.