This morning was a big fail. I went out for a long run, I had a distance scheduled on my training plan and I came up short. Failure. Why couldn't I finish? What happened? What went wrong? A million questions went through my head and I still don't know if I have an answer. I just know, I didn't run what I was supposed to run.
Generally, a run is tough at the beginning. Long runs especially; but I always get to a point where I am in the zone or at least in some kind of groove. Today was not one of those days. I struggled from the beginning all the way to end and then bailed with 3 miles to go. No matter what I said to myself I couldn't force myself to continue. I got back in the car and drove home feeling defeat. Worst. Feeling. Ever.
Now, how I handle this failure is the tricky part. When I first started I would have held it with me for the entire day, week or maybe even that entire training cycle. I would have contemplated quitting. Now, I have found I have to cut myself some slack. Training is a learning process. I know there are going to be days when I just can't get it done. I know there are days when I have to go back to the drawing board and figure out what the hell happened. Today was one of those days. Today is a day I have to be okay with the fact that I couldn't get it done. I will be proud of myself for getting out there. Then, tomorrow, I will get back out there. I will try again. I will continue on despite my failures.
We all have bad days. Days when things just don't as planned. Days we feel like we are losing. Those days are apart of life. Those are the days you need to be easy on yourself. Those are the days you need to love yourself the most. Bad days happen. Just pick yourself up and try again tomorrow.