I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But it's true. You can fall out of love. And I did. With running.
Most of you have heard about my marathon experience. While it was one of the top 3 hardest things I've done in my life, it was also the most rewarding. But I'm mad at it right now! Because I'm afraid it took away my love of running. I took a break this summer. I had pushed myself, hard, and I needed to enjoy some lazy days of summer. And I did! But once school started, I decided I missed my outlet. And I realized I can't eat like I'm training for a marathon when I'm not. So I started back.
I'm a couple weeks in to my running reset. And I'm ticked. Because I don't love it anymore. I dread doing it, my legs feel like they weigh an extra 20 pounds each, and I have to talk myself out of quitting at 2 miles every, single, time. Just 5 months ago, I could run for miles. What is happening???
So here's the questions I'm left with. What do I do? Well, self, I'm glad you asked. Because like any relationship, you can feel like you fell out of love. And maybe you have. I definitely have. But do you quit? Maybe, some do. Am I going to quit? No. Because like those relationships, sometimes you have to stick it out, and keep putting one foot in front of the other, even though you don't like the run (or the person). And then one day, you realize, what a fool you would have been to leave it all behind. Because you just had an amazing run, (or an amazing person). And then you're stronger than you were before. (I hope your getting the relationship analogy, as well as the running analogy. Use it however you need to.)
So...I will beat the pavement with those 40 pound legs, and that border collie that pulls me like a sled dog and never tires. In hopes of plowing through the bad, in order to find the amazing again. I've seen it happen. I've lived it. The formula works. Time to Just Finish Strong.