The lead-up to the anniversary of what is currently my next-to-last marathon has been filled with a lot of memories on Facebook in the past couple of weeks. I had a great training cycle; I was confident; I did everything right.
At least I thought I did.
Everything fell apart on the race course nearly halfway through … I missed my goal by nearly an hour. It was, quite simply, a bad day. (For what it’s worth, I “ran” Disney a few months later purely for fun.)
I’ve struggled at many, many races since then. Everything seems to trace back to that day for some reason.
That’s 3 years I’ve had a huge amount of indecisiveness and lack of commitment to every race that has come along. That’s about 2 years and 364 days too long to keep that mind frame.
It’s time to stop feeling so sorry for myself. I believe I have carved out a better path for myself in the past few weeks with new goals and many new thoughts, but much work remains.
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I don’t even remember what I was thinking at the end of this race …
Part of that work will be crossing the line of a marathon again …
Real David H. 
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