Yesterday morning I sat on my floor and cried because my gym bag was too heavy.
And I didn’t want to have to carry it throughout the city because I was tired of my back hurting.
And I was tired of going to physical therapy because my back hurt.
And I was tired of packing my breakfast and lunch to bring to work because that too, added to the heaviness of my bag.
And I was tired of work being so busy and sitting at a desk all day.
And I was tired of feeling like I’m doing so much and yet nothing is working.
And I was just fucking tired because I didn’t sleep a lot the night before.
And you guessed it, I was tired of being tired.
So I cried. On my floor. At 8:06am. Because my bag was too heavy...
But I got over it and went to work and life went on. And today I did what I do before every big run, I treated myself to something new to wear on race day.
And now it’s Friday night, and I’m home prepping for yet another long run tomorrow without any complaining. Because life can be hard and no one really cares that it’s hard for you, because it’s also hard for them. And you gotta keep moving because if you don’t, you can be sure that nothing will change.
So take a breath, reset and put your big girl pants on.
And if you don’t have a pair .. go buy them. Because no one is going to buy them for you.