Less than a week ago, I fantasized about running another marathon. Not only that, I entertained (publically, no doubt) the notion of pursuing Boston qualification once again. Two days later, with my half marathon just around the corner, I doubted my ability to run 13.1 miles. The whole yo-yo like thought process is laughable.
And yet…
There is a part of me that wants to BQ again. I look at the photo of me limping back to the hotel after hitting this long sought after goal with awe. I remember how amazing it felt to run those final five miles, or so, in order to beat the clock. Even the marathoning me, who didn’t quite hit BQ level running, was something to be pretty darn proud of.
And now…
I am left wondering what happened to all that fitness and drive I’d built up. I question why my back aches, and my scale keeps telling me that I am heavy. Okay, heavierThen, this crazy thinking I’ve been doing wouldn’t be crazy at all.
