This is the word that guides my reflection today.
I accept my body and abilities for what they are, today. Not what they were, not what they will be. Today I embrace the present of how I am feeling, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
I have been struggling with whether or not to run another full marathon this September. The journey of training for a marathon appeals to me for many reasons—but chiefly that the entire process amounts to a rebirth. There is something about the pure tenacity, the closeness to endurance, the span of so many miles by foot that I crave. I am hungry for it.
But today, I listen to my body. I feel the twinge of IT-Band aggravation as I hit double digits in my long run mileage. I go to yoga and to the pool, I ease off of running, knowing that this Saturday is a race and Sunday is a long run of 12 miles. To run 12 miles, I must be delicate with my body. I must nurture and pamper that pesky area of fascia running down my right hip and leg.
I wonder if I can care for my body and train for a marathon this summer.
I wonder if I can responsibly sustain my running practice in the long term if I take on so much mileage.
I accept that this is what I am navigating now.
I accept the tenderness as a sign that I am in my own body.
I accept what I will learn and gain by strengthening the muscles and form to prevent the injury.
I accept that distance running is the journey of finding joy through the miles… not about the length of the run.
I approach my own uncertainty with fresh eyes.