Last year, in the beginning of training for my half marathon (which I successfully finished in October!), I went for the longest run I had done in about 3 years. 5 whole miles.
Despite my determination and upbeat mental attitude, the first 2 or so miles felt sluggish. (They often do.) But then, suddenly, it was as if my body decided to be happy about running. My legs felt strong, my body light as a feather, my mind quick and clear, and my spirit was so free. I easily ran the next 2 or so miles, probably grinning from ear to ear.
And then the last stretch came, and I was feeling a little tired. I continued my positive self-talk, and after a few more minutes I was done with my run.
I’ve frequently reflected on that run since that day, and I’ve come to an important realization.
More than a decade of distance running has given me the experience to know that the difficult parts of a run are fleeting.
And if the entire run was awful, I have the perspective to understand that my next run will probably be fine.
I realized that life is that way as well. Hard times happen. They suck, and sometimes they’re downright excruciating. But they don’t last forever. An easier section or a finish is always ahead.