During an easy four-mile, post-pasta dinner (last night) run this morning, I looked down at my half marathon shirt. On the left sleeve, it reads In Training. I started to think to myself, what exactly am I In Training for? Another 13.1 at the beginning of the year was the obvious answer. However, there is so much more behind that.
I woke up on this chilly morning– bloated from a heavy dinner, not wanting to pull myself out of my warm bed. My husband was going to meet a buddy at the gym, so I decided to make myself go against my wishes to spend my day off lounging around. I walked into the gym, stepped on the treadmill, and started to run.
My legs started to burn and my hips tightened with every step. Though with this muscle reaction came clarity. Enter the love/hate relationship with running. With the initial pain and discomfort comes a breath of fresh air. Not only am I training for several races over the next few months, I am training my mind to accept the clarity and fresh air it needs to make it through the overwhelming times. I am in training for patience; I am training for persistence, and I am training for dedication to the things that make me happy despite the discomfort along the way.