My athletic performances so far this season have been one of the worst in some years. The results have been frustrating, the little injuries, and the modified training have been super frustrating. I'm doing better now in training, and it’s doing wonders for my confidence, now I just have to carry that with me into races. One thing that I have been doing is actively trying not to live in the frustration. I try to look around me and thank God for anything around me that’s good when I’m struggling to find my footing on the track. I’m usually drawn to nature, even in the dead of winter in a snowstorm, I can appreciate how the snow seems to both delicately and heavily sit on the barren tree branches. I should be a poet. I would write poetry about trees, love and my love for trees. Oh and FOOD! Because can you really write about love without writing about food? It’s just not possible. You can try it, just know that it isn’t real love unless food is involved at some level or another.
Anyway, I started writing this while I was thinking about how hard it’s been for me this season and how bad I was feeling about it; yet as I write this and think about all the good things that have happened to me, I can’t help but smile and actually feel better going into the rest of the season. No matter how many times I fall, I will always get up again.
Until next time......I hope that's soon 🤷🏿♀️