the story of the epic fail...
I ran my 3rd half marathon over the past weekend. And it was the worst long run I've ever had. I felt terrible from the start, my legs were tight, my back was tight, everything was just yuck. But I finished. (there were moments I thought I was going to quit). And I got my medal. And then I hung out with my good friends and had a good time. Then end...
sort of. I was so incredibly upset and disappointed when I finally finished the race. I was embarassed and felt terrible. And then I got over it. I had no choice...was I going to wallow in it and ruin the rest of the weekend?? NOPE!
and then I learned something about myself...I'm a RUNNER. My first thoughts after getting over the disappointment was when will I run next and when's my next opportunity to set a new PR for my half. I was already planning on when I'd start back running this week (I've since come to my senses and am giving myself a few days off of running and working out in general). Feeling the urge, the motivation, the true desire to get back out on the road so quickly is when I truly realized that I am indeed a runner. I will never be the fastest, I won't set world records, but dang it...I'm a runner.
So there ya go...
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