Weak. Lame. Worthless. Horrible. Terrible. All these thoughts popped into my head today as I ran up a steep ass hill today. Why? Why can’t I run this without stopping? Why can’t I run this without hurting? What is the worth of it, why bother?
Then I realized it wasn’t the struggle of going up that I should worry about because hey I at least got out there. I guess what was hard about the run was not seeing the top, not knowing where the hill ended. I thought about what strength meant and realized it didn’t have to mean that I got to the top without stopping that there was strength in the fact that I was going up no matter the pain.
I will keep trying to conquer that hill.
on the trail–where i stand
where i still need to go
where i was
where i was
STATs:
8.05miles
elevation gain: 1,272 ft
elevation loss: 1,125 ft
