Recently I’ve been feeling a little down about my running life. Between my lack of running due to finals, shin splints, ITB pain, or whatever life has thrown at me (and a fun 20lb weight gain in the last 4 months! boooooo!), it really dug it’s way into my head. I’ve been struggle a bit with my self esteem.
I’ve been stalking my friends’ training. Looking at age category winners in my age group for upcoming or previous races. Looking at what my teammate’s training plans are in the weekly email (how are they doing 3:35 intervals while I’m doing 5:30?!). Do I sound like a madwomen yet?
Well after my little unofficial PR on Sunday, I’ve decided to just let it all go. I’m vowing to stop with the stalking because my PR is called a PR for a reason. It’s personal. It’s my time. It’s what I worked towards and I shouldn’t be feeling terrible about it despite not being as fast as those around me. It’s mine.
I should feel happy that I’m surrounded by so many speedy friends that support and motivate me to push a little hard instead of throwing myself a little pity party over my slower times. I’m going to have to accept that.