K and I didn't go to the workout last night. And, I had yet another crappy 9-mile run in the heat on Monday night. Okay, so what?
I know that I set a goal for myself, and I should be working toward that. But, I also don't want to feel guilty or bad if I don't run or if I don't hit my pace.
On the one hand, I know that if I really want to have a good chance of qualifying for Boston, I have to be completely focused and disciplined in order to achieve that. However, I get tired sometimes of having running controlling my life.
I just read an article about Alberto Salazar, winner of 3 consecutive NYC marathons, who had a heart attack last month. He's apparently doing well now and has made a great recovery. This is what caught my eye...
"I don't feel lucky that I dodged a bullet," Salazar said. "I feel lucky it happened. This made me really think about how inconsequential running is. I could be gone right now, and what would it have mattered? What was my life of 48 years all about?"
That's right. It doesn't matter that I missed my workout last night. What matters is the lovely time that I spent with K instead, meeting Natalie for an easy run tonight followed by food and drinks with Holly afterwards, exchanging emails with my friend Pete, making time to talk to my best friend Stephanie when she calls, going to see her and my family in Atlanta this weekend. That's what is really important.
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