I’ve always been afraid of failure. It hurts, it sucks, and I can’t stand the thought of someone judging me because I didn’t do what I set out to do. Last April, I set out to run the Boston Marathon. I failed. This past November I started training to run a sub 1:30 half marathon. Two weeks of missed training and sickness have brought me to the conclusion that I will also fail at that tomorrow. But through these “failures,” I have learned that I will be okay. And even more so, I have learned that I am a fast runner. When it’s my time to do so, I will run sub 1:30 and I will run a sub 3:15 for the full. I’m learning, I’m making mistakes, and I now know that I don’t care if people judge me for my failures. At least I tried.
This Michael Jordan video inspires me:
Happy Trails and Happy Running,
Running Update: Well tomorrow is race day. I had a dream last night that I didn’t run because of my leg. It’s still bothering me. It still hurts. I think I’ll make my decision on whether or not to cross that start line tomorrow morning at 4:30am.