On Tues., I decided to run in Bent Creek and Dandridge for my "planned" 14 mile run. I started the run around 6:00. This area is challenging for me, especially on a longish, run. I started in Bent Creek, which was my first mistake. I ran most of the roads in the area and headed back to my car at 8 miles for a sip of Gatorade. Then I headed down the road to Dandridge, my 2nd mistake. Dandridge has very little protection from the sun, and the hills are more challenging than Bent Creek. Immediately, I'm thinking...."YOU SHOULD HAVE"......
The hills become more and more challenging. These are not long hills, but for me, they are steep. Short, steep, rolling hills - unending rollers that beat me down. I begin to walk up the steepest offenders. Around 10 miles I decide I've had enough on the hills. I make it back to the flat area and then I realize "THIS RUN IS DONE". I stop at 11 miles, way short of my 14 mile plan. In the recent past, I would "gut it out", no matter what, to get the mileage of the day. Yes, there is a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in doing that. Maybe it's age, maybe it's early in the distance season, maybe it's a new found freedom, maybe it's being smart, maybe it's giving up, one can look at this many different ways.
This is how I look at this one. This run does not define me, this run means VERY little in the long season of distance running. We have good runs, we have bad runs, it's just part of it. Thankfully, these runs are rare for me. So I head home and with the bad run in the rear view mirror.
Later in the day, I'm working. I'm waiting for my embroidery machines to finish stitching hats. I decide to work on kicking up into a handstand. I've been working on this for years at yoga class. I've never even been close to doing it until this year. Earlier in the year, I made it a goal to "kick up into handstand" before 2011 ends. So I try a couple of times, not real close, but I'm feeling strong. I try a few more times and get closer. Then.......
I DID IT!
I kick up against the wall, and was able to hold the pose for a short while. I worked on getting my heals off the wall, so that I was totally in a handstand, with no assistance from the wall. I was able to hold it for a few seconds.
So after the failed attempt at 14, a sunny part of the day, a 2011 goal achieved, MUCH earlier than expected, with 5 months to spare. Totally exciting! As you can see, I'm a VERY simple person, with simple goals in life. So how will I remember yesterday? I may remember the bad run. I still remember awful runs from years ago, they stick out in my mind. So I may remember the bad run, but more than that, I will remember that I had a BAD run, but later in the day, I achieved a new goal that I had been working toward for years.
I did get those other 3 miles later in the day and the battle at Bent Creek and Dandridge has only just begun. The up side of a bad run is the fire that burns to conquer it another day.
I call that success!