Hi Folks
That has to be the mysterious wall. You hear about it all the time. It is supposedly what distinguishes a marathon from other races. I always thought it came at about km 35. I was wrong! My wall apparently stands at 26km - I just can't get over it it seems. No matter how much I run in the week the 26km won't budge. I am sore, my legs are made from lead and all I want to do is sit down on the side of the road and cry. My running crew means well and tries to uplift me with suggestions and visualisations but the circle of negative thoughts goes round and round in my head and the voice that cries "I can't" is louder than all the other voices. They told me today that if I can birth 3 babies with no drugs I can run. Well, for all the mums-to-be out there, take birth any day!
Joke aside. I have to meet my wall and get over it. Or as Malcolm Gladwell puts it:"We sometimes think of being good at something as an innate ability. You either have "it" or you don't. But it's not so much ability as attitude. You master something if you are willing to try. Success is a function of persistence and doggedness and the willingness to work hard on something where most people would give up."
My next long run is coming and I will chip away at this wall under whinning and tears but it will fall.
Go out and meet your walls, people.
Ciao
Pia
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