A little background on me: I am a newish runner, and I did NOT grow up an athlete. No, I was the girl who walked half of the mile in elementary school and who used every little excuse to get out of PE. I DEFINITELY did not play sports. While I am not that girl anymore, after a few days off of running, she sometimes peeks back into my head and I get a bit...pessimistic. This has happened a lot lately as my tibia pain has popped up again...to say I've been a bit frustrated is to put it QUITE mildly. I'll drive to the gym, or get dressed for an outside run, thinking, "This is going to suck. It's been too long, I'm not feeling up to it, ughhh..."
|from my training log|
After that run and the thoughts surrounding it, it seems almost too perfect that this quote was printed on a poster in the gym bathroom:
|Sorry about the god-awful photo-quality...it was glaring like whoa!|
I am not a born athlete. I am a believer.
I will not listen to the voices in my head.
I will continue to run. Far and fast.
I live to feel my heart in my chest. The rush of blood.
The pounding of the pavement.
I will not give up.
I will taste the salt of my own victory.
In my post about mantras (for running and for life), I talked about my favorite mantra: Trust the Process.
To me, that in part means that everything happens for a reason. There are no accidents. It's no accident that I happened to read this today, on a day when I realized that a positive attitude is a pretty powerful thing.
Anyways, let's hope Sunday's long run is as successful. I mean...it WILL be successful. :)