2012 was I year that I didn't just achieve some goals. I crushed them.
All but one. And truthfully, it's the one goal that if you had asked me one calendar year ago, I would have said that I would achieve that goal with no problem, worry or a second thought.
Marathon. 2:59:59. Sub 3. You still elude me.
I've reflected a lot lately on why it is that for me, the goal that should likely have been the easiest to achieve has suddenly become the most difficult I'm facing. My Everest, if you will. My Achilles heel. The devil on my shoulder...in Asics and a lulu running outfit whispering "you can't do it..."
And.
Here it goes.
Massive Confession.
I haven't given this goal EVERYTHING I have. I've held back. Sometimes consciously. Sometimes subconsciously. But it is the truth, and one that's really, really hard for me to admit when I pride myself on encouraging other to commit 100% to getting after what they want. I wanted it, but I didn't want it enough to give it what it deserved.
Allow me to elaborate. In the past year I had the opportunity to train with a fantastic coach named Janice McCaffrey and a fantastic group of fast and furious (a fun and smiley and encouraging kind of furious) runners called Adrenalin Rush. I ran speed intervals with this group once a week and sometimes met people for long runs on Saturdays or Sundays and was emailed weekly training plans that were structured around a goal crushing sub 3 hour marathon. I was provided with unlimited access to the fountain of running knowledge in the form of a coach who knows her shit and a group of incredibly experienced runners who combined, have run in more races and won more awards than I could begin to list here. And the truth? I didn't take advantage of it. In a nutshell, I half participated in the training program. I did the runs I felt like doing, or the runs that fit into my schedule. And the rest of the time I did exactly what I felt like doing- which could have been yoga. Could have been training at the gym. It also may have been running, but was likely not the running I was given to do in the training plan.
Why?
I've thought about it and when I throw away that story that seems to attach to it, the answer is fear. Plain and simple. I was scared of failure. 2:59 is a huge benchmark in the world of marathons and I have questioned whether I am a good enough runner to get there. Which, in reality, is a contradiction in itself since the advice I would give anyone else is that it IS possible if you think it is. In my head, if I didn't run the 2:59 of my dreams, I knew I would have an excuse. It would seem less frustrating and less of a mystery to me because deep down in my soul, I would know exactly why I didn't have the race of my life, even if no one else did. And so there was a part of me that held back. That didn't commit to the process. That did not allow the universe to create the magic it does when I have allowed it to. And the result? No spring marathon and a disappointing (albeit awesomely disappointing if that makes sense) 3:13 in DC.
If I've learned anything in this past year, it is that for me, running is a metaphor and a parallel for life. And this was the year that in life, I really, really went for it. And amazing things happened. Moving forward, I am making the promise to myself that in ALL THINGS (running and otherwise) that I will not hold back. Because, truthfully, working my ass off, committing to the process and not hitting a 2:59 is so much better than half committing and not getting there. I owe it to myself. I deserve to give myself my best. Simple.
And so 2:59 it STILL is. 100% commitment. Nothing held back. Nothing to lose. The result will be fantastic. No doubt.
