Once again, I set myself up for a “big” Saturday. The plan? Wake up at 4 a.m. to hit the Emigrant Trail outside of Truckee for my longest run to date since 2015 or so (15 miles) where I’d meet my friend for a mountain bike ride on that same trail (17.82 miles total) to help break in her new mountain bike and to introduce her to the world of single-track trails. So, I started running on a trail blazed in orange light and another topic came to mnd that is relevant to this long day of mine insofar as it relates to how I understand the world, and how I want to go about facing the challenges that come up in life from time to time.
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Week 10: Getting Over Myself
A part of this journey is physical: the training, getting to the start line, eating right, resting right, etc., etc. But then there’s the mental part, and that, to me, is just as important. We’re all warriors in one way or another, fighting our own battles, winning some, losing others but hoping that the win-loss ratio comes out positive in the end. I’m a warrior of words, and for years I have struggled with bearing my soul to the world, or more precisely, of feeling worthy of doing that sort of work. I need to become stronger because the writing demands that of me. So, here I am.
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This and experiences like it make me feel as though I can, at times, glimpse what having a form of Arthritis must be like. I know, of course, I’m wrong. That this is an approximation, a clunky metaphor at best. Yet, to live a life in which what you want to do— what you can imagine yourself doing— and what you can actually do diverges and goes separate ways, that is the territory of athletic injury, too. In these moments when I am more fragile than a small child, I’m reminded not to take anything for granted.
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