Today I ran 1 mile. One single, solitary, lonely little mile. It got me thinking. When was the last time I only ran 1 mile? I would guess that other than when injured, it’s been years. I haven’t forgotten how exciting it was to be able to run 1 mile for the first time. But, after almost 3 years of training for something, 1 mile feels like such a failure. I know I should be thankful that I am healthy enough to run at all. There are so many who are not as fortunate as I. But when the training plan says 6 and I can only pull out one, it doesn’t feel good.

So here is how I’m going to deal with this. I’m going to chalk this up as a bad day and move on. I will focus on the positives so I don’t get into a bad place in my head:

1. This is the first run I’ve bonked during marathon training.

2. I can and will make up the mileage on a different day.                        

3. I have been able to continue running pretty normally, even though my body is expanding and changing daily.

12 mile long run tomorrow. Listen up body, I’ve got this.