Have you ever heard this:
Running is cheaper than therapy
It's so true. But my therapy runs tend to be ugly, terrible and hard. Over the past year or so, I've struggled emotionally, spiritually and physically at times. Suffice it to say "I've had a hard time."
I've looked to my training to help me cope, process and gain peace. But sometimes, it doesn't work. It's not a magic pill.
There have been so many blessings and milestones. I am so grateful for those.
But the hard times keep coming.
Yesterday, I felt like I was going to blow my lid off. So I did. And when I let the lid off, I felt my insecurities and emotions spill out in the form of tears. With weaknesses exposed, I found myself critical of my mistakes and forgetting my strengths.
Flash forward to this morning. I got up for my run and I was a ball of emotions. I did my best to do my fartlek workout. But I completely failed.
So here I was. Disappointed with my negative feelings creeping back. I finally felt inspired to watch a video of someone that has also faced hard times. He is one of my heroes and I love this perspective on hard times.
Hang in there. Be patient! And don't quit!