“Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising every time we fail.” – Confucius
In my fitness journey, the most defeated I have ever felt was nearly one year ago, Sept. 23, 2018.
It’s the day I attempted my second half marathon in Celina. I succumbed to the record-breaking heat, suffered unbearable cramping in my lower legs and needed to be helped across the finish line.
Because of the unpredictable weather in September, I told myself I would never run the Grand Lake Half Marathon again. Instead, I would simply focus on one half marathon a year, May’s OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini-Marathon, for which I have now completed twice.
But since setting a new — albeit disappointing — PR this past May, I’ve had little to no motivation to run. At the time of this posting I’ve ran a total of 14 times for a mere 47.55 miles since May 5.
Only one of those runs had any sort of purpose.
I’ve also put on as many as 12 pounds since then and generally felt horrible. It’s definitely true that when you look good you feel good, and lately I haven’t had much self-confidence because I wasn’t doing as well in terms of dieting and exercise as I had in the past.
Needless to say, I’ve been slacking. Part of that, however, was a result of our two-week vacation to Ireland.
Simply put, though, I’ve had absolutely no motivation to run and there’s a reason why.
I’ve got “nothing” to work toward.
I am not training for a race. I’m not attempting to defend my age group title in the Run Jay County 5K Circuit (I’ve missed too many races already to qualify).
There’s been no reason to run.