I just started checking out the One Word Prompts last week and already I’m excited about this week’s word. What’s the word?
That one little 4 letter word means so much to a lot of runners. For many, it’s the goal. To get faster. We run races to earn PR’s, that means we got faster. We do track work, fartleks, tempos and other forms of speed work to teach our bodies to run faster for longer. We keep logs and check our race times and look for ways that we’ve already gotten faster or how can we get even faster. What happens if you are a runner in the sea of faster and you don’t want to be that…faster?
I will say it every day, every time that I am so thankful for “finding” Cara and Christine. In that sea of faster, we somehow realized that we were different. Maybe we can smell our own? Sure I have goals and things I want to accomplish but none of them have the word faster in them. And that’s okay. It’s not that I don’t care. It doesn’t make me an inferior runner. I don’t try to PR, if it happens, awesome, but I’m certainly done training for 18 weeks to fall short. I run a way that makes me happy. Failure and stress don’t make me happy.
If becoming faster is important to you, that is awesome! I will cheer you on all day. Why? Because that’s what makes you happy. It’s much easier for me to understand someone who wants to be faster that than for someone to understand that I don’t. I wanted to get faster for a really long time. I trained my butt off to get faster. I wanted to PR races, I wanted to have really good mile splits. I love the high of running at my fastest. There was enjoyment in that. I would be upset when I didn’t PR and some how think that I must have done something wrong in my training. So what happened? Why is faster not for me?
It’s called age. It’s called experience. It’s called a need to slow down and just enjoy something that means so much to me. Faster required me to feel like running was another job. Faster made me stress paces, stress over not getting runs in, stress not achieving PR’s. Faster meant the joy of running was getting lost and the importance of faster was taking over. Faster meant being irritable, tired and feeling worn down. Faster meant I was starting to hate running.
In the sea of faster, there are different degrees of it. I run my faster. My “I just ran up that hill” and my watch didn’t beep at me! My “I just ran that half marathon and feel like I can run more” My “Sure, I’ll run two long runs back to back” My faster is just different. It’s meeting times that are taking me toward my goals and training a way that works for me.
Whatever is important to you, go for it! Do what you need to do to make you happy. However that looks, don’t apologize about it. It’s your thing. Above all else, realize that you are enough!
This is one of my favorite quotes. I posted it on my Facebook wall a few years ago and it just showed up in my Timehop on Sunday morning. It stuck with me again just like it did years ago.
“The more I run, the more I want to run and the more I live a life conditioned and influenced and fashioned by my running. And the more certain I am that I am heading for my real goal: to become the person that I am.” ~George Sheehan, M.D.
Go be awesome! 🙂
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