9 Mile Run Past Defeat

Overcome That Thought

I definitely stepped outside my comfort zone yesterday.  I have been training now for a marathon for what seems forever, never really making it too public until now.  The main reason for that is simple.  How many people do we know who are always saying they are about to do something and then nothing ever manifests?  It was important to me to make sure I had put the necessary time in towards this huge event before I went around telling people what I was going to do.  I figure 5 months is more than enough time.

I have been seeing changes in my body that just come with the territory, or so I have been told.  My feet look like something out of a horror story.  From blisters to nails blackening, they are not the prettiest things to look at.  It is better for me now though, because those who know me can attest that my feet were always interesting, to say the least. :)

My usual runs consist of anywhere from four to six miles.  That was before today.  Yesterday I set out to conquer nine!  Honestly, the first six were easy, which would be understandable considering my body was used to it.  It knew how to take that distance.  The last 2 miles I found myself in a battle with my mind.

My thoughts became slow and sluggish, and I was constantly hearing this voice telling me to stop.  It was in that moment that I felt the wrath of Defeat.  Defeat is in us all.  It lives with us and waits for the time when it can creep in and take over.  I have heard this voice before and have submitted to it.  Like the time that I played ball in college and submitted to going out all the time instead of working on my dream.  There was that voice of Defeat telling me it was not going to happen anyway, so why bother.  I listened to it then, but not yesterday.

Yesterday I told defeat exactly where it could go.  I battled the last 2 miles and wound up running 9.3 miles.  I did more than I was supposed to do.  Why?  Because I wanted to prove to myself that defeat was not going to get the best of me – that my mind was strong enough to allow my body to do what it is capable of doing – to be among the elite in that moment and step into a category that tells Defeat that I am not going to quit.

The next time I run 9 miles it will not be as hard because I will know I have already done it.  I know I am going to be faced with other struggles in the weeks to come, and I am not saying that I am going to have any easier time of it in the future with the voice we call Defeat.  What I am certain of though is the way I handled defeat today, and as they say in sports, you take it one game at a time.

ME 1, DEFEAT 0.

KEEP RUNNING