Perspective is one of those sneaky things that seems to work out better for everyone else.
Like, you are complaining to your significant other that you feel so fat and lazy. If they're not a terrible human being (or if you aren't legit fat and/or lazy), they'll probably respond with something along the lines of "Oh, that's not true. You're not on 'My 600 Pound Life' or sitting at home every day. I bet your sofa doesn't have a butt-shaped dent in it!" Well, ugh. I mean, technically, they're right BUT (and that 'but' negates everything before it!), you still feel fat and lazy.
I had a friend of mine complain about how he didn't PR in his spring half marathon after experiencing epic time drops between his first and second and second and third half marathons. I snapped back about my marathon times and how they're stuck at 3:28 and why am I not getting faster gahhhhh.
This morning I ran a 5 mile race down in Indy. I don't usually do the 5 mile distance (just on Thanksgiving Day back home in Ohio), so it was a nice change of pace for a fun distance. Unfortunately, I felt like a big ol' bucket of yuck on my warmup and started getting upset.
PERSPECTIVE: I am currently training for my second marathon in three months. My legs will not always feel like glitter and unicorn farts.
I was also stressing about feeling really chubby this week, to the point where I was selecting race apparel on Friday night based on what made me look/feel skinny.
PERSPECTIVE: I am not an overweight individual. My chubby feeling is the result of stress eating, lack of sleep, and poor food choices.
It's hard to keep things in perspective sometimes, isn't it? As runners, we love to feel fast and willowy all the time. Unfortunately, we're mortal human beings without unlimited funds and/or Alberto Salazar to keep us in line. This means that sometimes our legs will feel junky and our midsections will feel chubby.
So what do we do?
Keep it all in perspective.
I went back to my trusty running training log to see how my 5 mile race times have progressed since the fall of 2007. Six and a half minutes over six and a half years. I finished as the second female (which I started beating myself up about: first was only 20 seconds ahead of you! You gave up during the middle miles! You -- wait, you're training for another marathon. That shut me up pretty quickly. That, and awesome post-race cookies...) and top 10 overall. Not a shabby performance, but one that, if not kept in perspective, could be viewed as disappointing.
Don't let one bad race ruin your running parade. Keep your head up, re-read a log of your favorite running moments, and keep your running shoes firmly on level ground. Running is full of ups and downs; enjoy the ride.
|Because Rome wasn't built in a day.|