Last year, when I was training for the marathon, I had no idea what to expect. I knew that I’d obviously be sore from running up to 20 miles at a time; looking back, that wasn’t even the worst part, because my body adapted to the pain and subsequent building of beast muscle.
The worst part that no one tells you about training is the lack of energy you face.
In my head, I always budget a certain amount of time for the run itself, forgetting that recovery is a very real part of training – even more important than the run itself sometimes. It’s like my brain goes “Okay, run for 3.5 hours – get your 18 miles in – and then you can go get drinks with people later and maybe hang out.”
Cue to me passed out on the couch, drool on my face, surrounded by empty Chik-Fil-A bags. (Holla at me, single boys.)
My energy just evaporates when I run, yet I feel energized after working out. Endorphins are magical little unicorns of the body. But I only ran 3 miles today and took an epic crash nap for half an hour after dinner. You know, because eating salad is exhausting.
Tonight I’m just tired. My heart tells me not to fear training, but my head is going “Woman, you’re this exhausted after less than a month of training, how are you going to do this?” I’m less busy relationship-wise this time around, but I have myriad professional responsibilities that I didn’t have last year (not complaining as I like the advancement of leadership, but exerting nonetheless.)
God, I’m counting on you to give me strength, faith, and energy as I travel with perseverance the race set out for me. And my bracelet that has this verse on it finally broke yesterday (in the process of getting a new one) but it rings true anyway:
She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. – Proverbs 31:25
And this song expresses my fear and utter lack of energy tonight.