My husband are are a little over 2 weeks away from our first marathon. We’ve been training all summer, and things have been going well. Sort of… A couple weeks ago, I was blindsided with an IT Band injury. I racked my brain for signs previous to the first Saturday blowout, but I don’t think there were any. I researched, looking for a quick fix before I decided to be smart and hire a physical therapist. My first appointment was Monday and I have another today (Thursday). My injury is on its way to healing (I have to believe this or I will wallow in despair) and after the race I can take as many weeks as it needs to fully recover.
Anyway… As I was talking over my training regimen with the PT, and with a few friends variously over the past month, something strange has come to light.
My brain has forgotten what an accomplishment a marathon
can be is. I forgot where I started, just a few short years ago. If I think on it, I do remember how proud I was (and rightly so) for my hiking mileage, earned two or three miles at a time.
My vocabulary now includes odd phrases like “a short five miles” or “an easy eight”, and spending a Saturday morning with my husband on a long run (mileage anywhere from twelve to fifteen miles, or more the last few weeks) doesn’t seem like a big deal. When, actually, it is.
If you had asked me even two years ago, I would have called you crazy for suggesting I could accomplish such a thing as a half-marathon (which I completed a year ago October), much less a full 26-mile race. But here I am (we are, actually, for it’s my hubby’s first marathon, too) and we have worked so hard, I can almost taste the medal.
Which is why I am suddenly aware how warped my thinking has become. 🙂
Perhaps a better way to phrase it is changed. My thinking has changed, and I now hold myself to a higher standard. I know I can run longer, so no more excuses when I don’t feel like it. I know I can run faster (at least for those ‘short’ runs) so fine, I will run faster. Unless I want to be lazy, but at least I know it for what it is! 🙂
It’s funny to think about what we’re good at (and a great exercise, by the way) from a stranger’s point of view. Something that becomes everyday-ho-hum to us, something that has lost its mystery and awe. But think about it. Each of us has something that makes others say, “WOW! You can do what? You did that?”
What, in your life, has warped your thinking? In what way do you hold yourself to a higher performance standard? Are you a marathoner, a cyclist? Do you rock the knitting world? Dance like Fred or Ginger? I’d love to know!