So it happens - an injury, an illness, rock bottom. What’s the hardest thing about hitting this low? It’s not the climb back up; no the climb is what we yearn for, the ability to push, to be in control. The hardest thing is the unknown, the uncertainty, the fear of what if this isn’t temporary. What if tomorrow doesn’t bring improvement? What if the best is in the rear view mirror?
Do you know what can really squeeze the love out of running? Training. Training for an effing marathon. It's all so scheduled, granular, and specific. There's little room for a spontaneous fun run with a friend when you're worried that it will mean there's nothing left in the tank for your 3-hour death march on Saturday morning. Don't even get me started on the logistics of finding a route, making sure there is water on the route, or sweet-talking a friend into meeting you with your favorite fuel at mile umpteen. Not to mention the marathon recovery afterward (ice bath, sleeping, and eating the entire first floor of Costco). All of this can make you a little bitter towards running.