Competition, it’s a funny thing. Working hard towards something, always seeking for faster times, better performances. It fills me up. It’s the most joyful way of living I could ever imagine. It makes me the best version of myself. But with training and competition, comes the constant flux between past and future. My mind in constant flip flop. I’ve run x time in the past, I want to run x time in the future. These thoughts make it easy to skip over the present. And when it comes down to it, the present moment is all we really have.
Transitions. Sometimes in life they come easily, like a slow path leading you to the final destination, with no detours or unexpected bumps along the way. Other times they come abruptly, like a door slammed in your face. My relationship with running has had both. The slow, steady build up that led to opportunities to run in college and post-collegiately. The diagnoses of injuries in college that felt like closed doors, but ones I was determined to open again by dedicating countless hours to cross training and PT exercises.