Iβm going to run 17 miles tomorrow. Thatβs the furthest Iβve run since June of 2014.
I ran 15 two weeks ago and it was a struggle. I was excited to run 13 last weekend, figuring itβd be easier.
It wasnβt.
Honestly, I almost didnβt finish and that kind of rocked me. Iβm in my tenth week of training and I donβt feel like Iβm progressing as much as I should. I worry that Iβm too heavy and that this whole thing is pointless.
Iβm afraid of that 17 miles tomorrow and the 18 miles the week after and the 20 miles looming a few weeks out.
Itβs going to be long. My body is going to hurt. Iβm going to get bored. Iβm going run out of water. Iβm going to want to stop.
I name all of these fears here intentionally.
I name them so I can ignore them when they come up to meet me.