I feel like I have been in that dream where I am running but not going anywhere, that the fear I am trying to distance myself from is only bound to catch me, and theres not one thing I can do about it.
6 years ago, If I was to know the person I am today I would be in disbelief and shock that I gave up so many dreams, goals. Mostly I would be disappointed in myself. But if I was able to tell myself of all those instances that lead me here I would hope that the younger me would see why the fear has always caught me, even when I was running.
I don't talk about running now. I actually hate talking about it, I even actually dread when I see someone I know in the running community. When I see a running post on social media I scroll so fast past it I think my pointer finger has whiplash. But what I fear the most is "Have you been running?" "Hows your training going?" "What races do you have planned?". Those questions I can live with out. But how did I get here? From living, loving the life style of being a runner to being "okay" that I haven't ran in months. How did I go from being a sponsored competitive athlete to not even remembering the last time I wore running shoes.
I am not injured, but I am beyond broken. When little jabs in life happen, they add up and have mentally killed my love for running. I used this blog in the past as a race recap, to tell in detail my feelings and emotions throughout a race. I am hoping to make some break through to why those instances, those jabs, made me hate to run and work through them to find myself and my love for running again.
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