Sometimes I feel like crying because I’m so tired of running. The thought of going out for another run on nasty, unmaintained, slippery sidewalks makes me want to puke.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I’m sick of pain. Pain in my ankles. Pain in my quads. Pain in my calf. I feel like if I ran only when there’s no pain, I wouldn’t run at all.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I feel like I’m waisting my time running ultras. I suck at running long and I’m not really getting any better.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I’m mad at my family for not giving a shit about my running and never offering any support.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I hate other runners, for whom everything seems to effortless, who get up at 5AM to run, who never seem to doubt anything. Why is it so hard for me?
Sometimes I feel like crying because I wonder if I’ll ever be able to run 100 miles again. It’s so hard. Can I ever summon that much willpower again?
But then again;
Sometimes I feel like crying when I remember standing alone under the stars in Alaska, my headlamp off, taking it all in.
Sometimes I feel like crying when I stop during a long run in the desert to look around and see how beautiful it all is.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I feel so alive I can hardly stand it.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I know how lucky I am to be able to do this.
Don’t worry though. Most of the time, I’m OK.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I’m sick of pain. Pain in my ankles. Pain in my quads. Pain in my calf. I feel like if I ran only when there’s no pain, I wouldn’t run at all.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I feel like I’m waisting my time running ultras. I suck at running long and I’m not really getting any better.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I’m mad at my family for not giving a shit about my running and never offering any support.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I hate other runners, for whom everything seems to effortless, who get up at 5AM to run, who never seem to doubt anything. Why is it so hard for me?
Sometimes I feel like crying because I wonder if I’ll ever be able to run 100 miles again. It’s so hard. Can I ever summon that much willpower again?
But then again;
Sometimes I feel like crying when I remember standing alone under the stars in Alaska, my headlamp off, taking it all in.
Sometimes I feel like crying when I stop during a long run in the desert to look around and see how beautiful it all is.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I feel so alive I can hardly stand it.
Sometimes I feel like crying because I know how lucky I am to be able to do this.
Don’t worry though. Most of the time, I’m OK.