It’s been a few weeks since my 10km race.
It’s taken me that long to process this journey, one that I needed to go on to find my running mojo again.
Running with Team Myles was an amazing experience. One I will never forget.
I’ve made some new running friends, and I’ve even joined a local running group which runs every Monday evening and hosts other running events.
The thing I will have to keep in check though, is my brain. It is really having a hard time with me running again.
It has tried to revolt. It even tells me how awful I am now that I am slower than I used to be. It whispers “why even bother?” in my ear.
One thing that running with Team Myles has reiterated is that it is MY PACE that I run at. I’ve changed. My body has changed. My pace has changed, and that’s okay.
Running is meant to be enjoyable for me. To get caught up in the time/pace vortex would just throw me into a mental space where my obsession would take over. I’ve been there before, and it’s not always good for me.
Training for a race at my new pace was a great experience. Training with a group of people running at different paces really made me appreciate the effort put forth by every single person that showed up.
That’s the whole point: showing up.
Showing up for yourself.
Acknowledging YOUR effort.
Appreciating what the body is capable of. It’s an amazing piece of machinery.
I am willing to keep at it, and to fight my brain telling me why I shouldn’t.
They say running is a mental game.
I’m at the start again, and each move will be a challenge.
I just have to keep rolling the dice.