I should be talking with Adam planning out last minute race strategy. I am not.
I should be visualizing the expo, the start, the miles, the pace, the finish of LA. I am not.
I should be feeling like crap now (because I am tapering). I am (but not from tapering).
Instead "life" happened, and LA is just not in the cards. LA was supposed to be #myperfect........but there's "not perfect" and there's stupid. Running LA at this point falls in the "stupid" category. Can I have a mulligan on the last 3 months? 😓
And so I just roll with the punches. I recently asked myself if the setbacks "suck" so much because I can't run or because I feel like they make my dream seem so far away. It's the later - I really do want it. It really is what I fall asleep thinking about and rising early to chase. The journey might be the most important part, and I get that, but it is the end destination that makes me feel alive. The path there is making me who I am, connecting me through the dots of life, and a hell of a ride......but there probably are a lot easier "dreams" to chase with the same effect. But this is my dream. I chose it. I want it. I still believe in it.
I should be packing for my trip to LA right now. When I pack for my next race, I will be grateful.
I should be talking with Adam planning out last minute race strategy. When we talk the next race strategy I will be stronger, it will be a better one anyway.
I should be visualizing the day before, the start line, the miles, the finish of LA. I am visualizing the OT's instead; heck that's the bigger fish to fry anyway.
I should be feeling like crap right now (because I am tapering). I am feeling super grateful for all the people in my life who have, are, or will support me as I chase my dream. I am one lucky duck 😉
