I know, I know. There’s no such thing as a bad run. There’s a tough run, but there are no bad runs. Because I’m always glad to HAVE run, even if I’m not happy WHILST running.
But today was a bad run. I was super slow, even with some green lights in my favor. Lumbering, cramping, I struggled to put together even a few steps of running between long walking breaks. It was a struggle and a half just to be out and moving forward.
My ankle has once again been playing up — it’s not 100% debilitating but it is… tweaking? Grumbling? It’s at least two of the seven dwarfs — grumpy and sleepy — and maybe more.
A tortoise would certainly have passed me today and not even in the Bugs Bunny competition scenario whereby the tortoise is smarter than the above average hare. I just was… incompetently running, like I’d never put on running shoes before, like I’d never been on a road before, like I had never walked, let alone run before.
I was as a newborn colt trying to walk for the first time. Graceless and funny to others, frustrated and annoyed with myself.
But if failures and setbacks are the building blocks for future success, I’d like to think today was a keystone; it certainly FELT like a failure and setback day.
May tomorrow be better. May all our tomorrows ever be better.