Worst. Run. Ever.

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

This past weekend I ran 15 miles. It is not the longest run I have ever finished, that was the marathon I completed last January. This past weekend’s 15 mile run, though was the hardest run I have ever run. Physically and emotionally it drained me. In it I posted my worst per mile time since I had started running seriously. Yes, it was a bad run.

A number of factors played into this horrific run. First, I had WAY over eaten the day before. A runner is supposed to “carboload” the day before a long run. I “carboloaded” for about a months worth of runs. Second, I attempted my first day time run of the season. My traditional running time is around 4:00am, I decided to wait till 7:30am when the sun was out. Thirdly, I had put extra strain on my body the previous week. Softball season had come and when I play, I play whole heatedly leaving my body to the abuse of the sport. Finally, I think Houston had about 120% humidity the morning of the run. Excuses, excuses, I know, but with all of these excuses together, they became one tragic run.

At mile one my legs were already barking at me. At mile 3 my belly was roaring at me. At mile 7 1/2 I had to stop for a break. At mile 10 I had run through the water on my fuel belt. At mile 13 a local firefighter slowed down to see if I needed help. At mile 15 I limped into my house sat on the floor demoralized by a run that kicked my butt.

Throughout our run, my wife kept asking me if she could go and get the car to pick me up. I was stubborn. My pride would not let me be out run by my wife. I wanted to, needed to, had to finish.

Perseverance is not a trait picked up on an easy run. Perseverance is a virtue gained on a difficult run. Perseverance is pressing on even when it seems the cards are stacked against you.

If most of us are honest, life is not really that hard. It has it’s good times and it has it’s rough times. Most people see lack of luxury as struggle, when we should be grateful for a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. Every once in a while though, life just stinks. It is at this point where you can list reason after reason to give up. It is in this time that you must persevere. Perseverance is not real till life turn sour.

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

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