Sometimes in the middle of a hard training session, a group run, or race, I have to laugh at the improbability of running becoming such a central part of my life. For years it was something I dreaded and was certain I would never be able to do. In my early running years I had trouble believing in myself, but after many thousands of miles I've finally given myself permission to flourish and succeed as a runner (and otherwise). Running has become a key source of happiness, achievement, and fulfillment. But as far as I've come, I often look back to pivotal moments on the road to finding fierce.
In the marathon of life, spring is a false flat. Just when you think you’ve taken the last blow from winter's cold, closed fists - BAM - back we go. It should be warm (it’s not). Or it should be fair (it’s hot). It should be in line with the forecast (it never is). What’s a girl to do!? Per usual, turn off the brain, fire up the persistence - and go running anyway.
We might not be able to control the weather, but we’re not going to let the weather control us.