I once heard a friend say that endurance training is like putting money in the bank. Each step you take, every mile you run, lap you swim, is a deposit into the account of whatever race you are training for.
So because of that, a few weeks ago, I decided to part ways with my coach. A complete case of “it’s not you, it’s me” (and not in the Seinfeld excuse sort of way, I really mean it, he’s a great coach).
I still don’t have a solid plan for Chicago. I really don’t think I want one. I’ll get my mileage up enough, I’ll enjoy the day with some amazing friends. I’m no longer stressed out about it. One day the time will be right for me to step up my game, train really hard, earn myBQ, and really push to see what I’m made of. It may be next spring, it may be years from now. But right now, all I want is to love running again.
And I’ve got a 1.15 mile deposit in the bank that says I’m going to get it back.
Fresh starts are such an amazing feeling. Happy running my friends 🙂