This isn't another review of the ever-popular book all athletes seem to be reading. Instead this is about a realization I had while running the other day. First of all, it still feels incredible to say "while I was running" after my long and difficult hiatus from the sport. But beyond that, my slow and gradual return has been far more positive than ever anticipated. My injury was a huge blow in an otherwise charmed year and it made me question every step I had taken along the way. I feared my return to running would be plagued by worry and doubt, constantly questioning aches and pains and dreading a repeat injury. Sure I had some doubtful moments in the beginning, but I realized the most prominent feeling I have while running is joy.
I was never an athlete, but 11 years ago something compelled me to give it a try. And almost immediately something compelled me to complete a marathon. During that 11 years I embarked on a personal and athletic journey that ultimately made me an Ironman. It's all so much more than I ever dreamed possible and running made it happen.
Over the past couple years, my running has improved tremendously. I'm no Paula Radcliff but I achieved my first sub four-hour marathon and felt I was only a year or two from a BQ when my injury struck. I feel most natural running compared to the other two sports and feel most at ease laced into my sneakers. I have no doubt I'll fight my way back. It may be another year or two but I'll get that BQ and realize another dream.
Most importantly, I have nothing to fear and look forward to the road ahead.