The view. With my crap phone, no less. |
I'm not 100% sure why I fell off the marathon wagon after doing ten of them in a row (aside from the bombing, which was incredible). I went from running two or three marathons a year to none. Yeah, there was that iron deficiency thing that needed sorting out, but I think I was just frustrated with everything. Maybe it was my mid life crisis, although I thought I already had my mid life crisis in 2009 after my dad died, I lost my job, drank Dewar's in a bathtub and fucked my proverbial secretary.
I'm glad I'm running seriously again. It was a significant run for me on Sunday, and I did it alone and with no support which made the "victory" all the more sweet. And I was pretty fast, which surprised me. I can never not run. I've said it before and here it is again, but honestly: I will go insane if I stop running.
The other thing that I came to the conclusion about this weekend was about my friends. I have amazing friends. I try and try and try to do everything on my own, but sometimes that's not possible. Asking for help is a sign of weakness. Fucking up is a sign of weakness. Not having all the answers is a sign of weakness. And for the first time I've started asking my friends for help, and not only have they been accommodating, but they've been encouraging and accepting. I am so grateful and so lucky to have such amazing people in my life.
It's a work in progress. I'm a a work in progress. I'm just so glad that so many people seem to have my back throughout this.
Funnest blog post ever, no?
You are an inspiration.
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