55 miles into whence I started -- and the motivation, pursuit, enthusiasm, has all but escaped me.
Instead of a vigor with which to concur the world, my mornings these past few days are filled instead with achy knees, tenderness in the hip flexor, and a lethargy that straps me under my covers.
I keep trying to revive the excitement I felt back in November, bring myself back to that "oh marathon, here I come" state of mind. But reasoning my way back won't work: the passions of a runner are illogical, driven instead by visions of glory and conquest. Delusions of grandeur, anyone? So what's a girl to do? Well, I can't simply wait for inspiration to strike again, and with the cold dark days of winter working against me, my instinct is that such inspiration won't revive until springtime.
So 55 miles into my marathon chase, I'm putting a halt on my half-marathon prep and aiming instead for a more attainable interim goal of a 5 mile race followed by Broad Street Run (10-miler) in May. Does anyone object to my bringing the carrot a wee bit closer?
I totally support you, Chau. Sometimes I feel that the running community is so extreme. I think it's great that rather than forcing yourself to do something you don't want to do, you are coming up with a goal that feels better. I'm excited for the Broad Street Run!!
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