A few weeks ago, with visions of grandeur and a renewed
sense of purpose, I sat down and laid out a new training plan for myself. Oh
the possibilities! The images came flooding into my cranium. They were like a
wave of morphine enveloping an addict. I pictured myself waltzing up the most
gut wrenching climbs. Weightless and stealthy, like a Tahahumara Indian out of
Born to Run. Yes, with the right training program, I chanted to myself, I can
mold my body into anything and break new barriers I never thought possible!
Funny thing is, all this was in my head. And my head hadn’t
consulted with my body. When it did, after doing a couple long runs, there was,
well, a little push back. It’s not like these visions were naïve, or foolish, like
my body is saying, just a little premature, like the “I” is saying.
I don’t know what is worse. Having visions of grandeur with not quite enough to back them up, or just not giving a shit about the possibilities that
lie ahead. I know what I believe.
What do you believe?
P.S. This question isn't just about running.
