Much of my life, running and otherwise, has been spent wrangling with illusions of control. Mastery, to me, has always been a process of gaining control and discipline over something: thoughts, words, actions. There have been many times when this philosophy has yielded brilliant results in attaining personal and professional goals.
Dear March Weather, you mirror the ying and yang of my complicated mind. You can be warm, inviting, even confident. But that you can be cold, harsh, and create doubt in my head. You want to embrace the sunshine and the summer vibe, but then you flip and want me to remember the grueling winter efforts, the days that make me who I am at the core.