Ugh, the snow gods weren't on my side today. The Northeast is buried under a white blanket, and my planned run outside is officially out the window. Disappointment stings, especially after weeks of consistent training that finally started to feel effortless. But instead of wallowing, I need to remember why I'm doing this in the first place.
It's easy to get caught up in the day-to-day grind, the schedules and the "shoulds," but digging deeper is crucial. What's truly driving me? Is it the endorphin rush after a long run? The feeling of accomplishment when I push my limits? The quiet moments of self-reflection with each stride? Whatever the reason, it needs to be strong enough to weather the inevitable storms, like this blizzard outside.
This weekend's getaway throws another wrench in the plan. The long run I had my heart set on might have to be adjusted. But then I remember: flexibility is key. Sometimes life throws curveballs, and the best runners are the ones who adapt. Maybe I can find a treadmill at our destination, or map out a snowy route (safety first, of course!). Or, maybe this is a chance to listen to my body and prioritize rest.
This journey is a marathon, not a sprint. A single missed run, even a missed weekend of training, won't derail my progress. It's about the long game, the commitment to showing up for myself, day in and day out, even when the weather (or life) throws a tantrum. So, snowstorm, you win this round. But I'll be back, stronger and more determined than ever. Because in the grand scheme of things, a little obstacle is just a chance to prove my dedication, one stride at a time.