I was schedule to run 100 miles yesterday in a race that has the option to run 50 or 62. After running 25 miles I decided I was only going to do 50 and a big sense of relief came over me.
The words acceptance and limits with respect to the physical activities finally came to a head. Just like on April 15, 1993 I accepted that I could no longer live with drugs and wanted a better way of life, well yesterday I finally realized that with running. I accepted the fact that A. I did not want to run 100 miles and B was content with my decision. I could have struggled and suffered like the others out there but I chose not to put myself through that type of pain any longer. I have done it time and time again and feel I have proven my physical capabilities to others and more importantly to myself.
I am “preaching” a message of taking care of yourself in all areas of your life and I realized that if I am out there punishing myself just to say “ya I did that” and I am not living what I am “preaching” I have never said exercise is the most important thing in my life but I have said and do say it is imperative to stay physically active. Here is my issue, I miss being active on a daily basis and enjoying running my 6, 8 or 10 miles a day just for the benefits running provides. I am spending to much time tapering for the event and recovering after. I ripped a toe nail completely off yesterday so again it will be time before I can get going again.
I called my parents last night and said I only ran the 50 and you would have thought I had won the lottery. My mom said “I am so proud of you for not doing the 100. I have to tell you that made me feel really good.
I am not retiring from this lifestyle in any capacity I am doing it in a healthy and productive way which will enable me to enjoy the benefits for a longer period of time.
Ok I am pretty beat up and just want to relax, reflect on the blessings I have and enjoy some solitude.
Peace to all and Happy Valentines Day