So, what's the point of my story? A) to let everyone know how proud I (still) am of her, and B) that no matter who we are, or how hard we train, some days we have it and some days we don't. Simply stated, running, as with most things, is a fickle mistress; we can prepare as well, or as poorly, as we ever have, only to surprise ourselves with the exact opposite outcome of what we were expecting come race day. Sure, we all have our limitations, but whether they be physical or mental (or both), those limitations are constantly shifting and changing. Recognition of our how we're faring at any given moment is easier said than done, but listening to our bodies will always give us the added benefit of making the most out of any occasion. If we don't have a great training run...well, so what?! That's a single run, and we can use that to fuel our successes, rather than our failures, moving forward. If you feel good, run harder-see what the day brings. If you're feeling pretty down, turn the run into a shortened version of what you had on tap, or even a shake-out. Or just take the day off. Pushing the issue can not only be an instant disaster, but can have long-term effects that we only realize far later, and often far too late (injury, "running depression", etc.) The word "limitation" generally has a negative connotation, but once we get out in front of it-put ourselves into positions where we can identify and succeed despite/because of it, then we truly recognize that it doesn't have to be defined as "failure"; rather, when done correctly, we can define it as "a step back, in order that we might take three giant steps forward".
Get your miles in, thanks (as always) for your support, and we'll see you next week out on Tybee - welcome to 2017!