My motivation to complete the training program is faltering. I have managed to keep up with most of the runs so far, but this weekend I hit a wall. The long run was supposed to be 15 miles and I went out with my teeth set against the cold wind. The sun was shining, I wasn't sick or injured, the kids were all being taken care of; there was no reason not to keep running until it was over. But I could not stomach the entire run. I came home defeated and ready to quit on the whole deal. Why am I running all these miles? What do I need to run a marathon for anyway? I have two full months left of the training plan, and the runs are only going to get harder and longer.
Kent was disappointed in me at first, but he must have had second thoughts because he did his best to bolster my spirits. He promised to run as many of the long ones with me as possible so I wouldn't be alone out there, and he assured me that it would all be worth it in the end. What a man!
I have chosen to stay on the plan a little longer and see where it leads. For now, I am still trying, still keeping my feet in the tracks, still slogging endlessly toward the possible goal.
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