People didn't believe me when I compared myself to Job from the Bible in a previous blog. Let's just say that when your washer has smoke pouring out of it, your car gets rear ended, and ants are attacking your kitchen, you start to wonder what you did to piss the Universe off. I'm starting to wonder what else could go wrong! I had plenty of time to ponder why the Universe hates me while I did my laundry at the laundromat this afternoon. However, that's not what I found myself thinking about. The truth is that when I find myself facing stressful events or worried about something, I always start to think of my parents. Moments of stress or worry make me miss them terribly. It's those times that I long to hear them tell me "Michael, it will all be ok". On the long list of things that I miss about my parents, it may be their ability to comfort me that I miss the most. There is no feeling quite like having your parents there to tell you that things will work out. While thinking about them can cause me alot of pain, it also brings me back to reality. They both endured more physical and emotional pain than I can imagine. Throughout all of that, they thought more about their family then themselves. As my father battled cancer, he worked hard to guarantee that his wife and children would be secure after he was gone. When my mother faced the same battle, her thoughts went to making sure her children did not worry about her. When I remind myself of these things, it snaps me back to the reality that complaining about a washer being broken or my car getting run into is silly in comparison.
How does this impact my half-marathon training? Well, it was hard to run while I had a concussion from the car accident. And the feeling of the Universe being against me has not helped my motivation to train excessively hard. As of today, I only have 176 days until the half-marathon. I'm quickly running out of time! So, I need to get myself out of this funk and get to work. I'm certain that thinking about my parents and their ability to face challenges will help motivate me.
A final update before I end this particularly depressing blog post. I am able to run about 3 miles without feeling like I'm going to die. I'm hoping that it will continue to get warmer over the next few weeks so that I can start to run outside. If you live in the Lehigh Valley and see me jogging around Bethlehem, don't be afraid to honk and wave!
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Nice post Michael.
Better Job from the Bible than Gob from Arrested Development.
Keep those feet moving. Really, 3 miles is not bad. You probably only need to triple that in the next 160 days. That's doable. It would be better if you could quadruple it though. You can do that in 15 weeks if you stick with the 10% rule, and you have about 22 weeks left, plenty of time.
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