I have realized over time how much God sometimes pulls me back from people to experience Him. Marathon training has been intense, but good. Awesome, really. I am hitting my race time or near there and have been loving my long runs. While at the track last week, something finally clicked. I realized I was hungry. I was hungry to be better, to be more...and was willing to do whatever it took to get there. So...for the next few weeks, I am laying off the stuff I put in my body that is bad for me, going to bed as early as possible, and staying consistent with my training. I don't want a "what if" or "only if" race. Marathon training has been lonely at times and my life is horribly boring at the moment, but after talking with several endurance athletes over the weekend, I realize that I am ok and my chronic fatigue and ginormous appetite are totally normal. So, I take care of all the things I need to do and plug on, realizing that this has an end and that I have always wanted to be this focused on a race.
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