Last winter I trained hard, perhaps harder than I’ve ever trained before, for my key race: the Fargo Marathon. Eighteen weeks of dedication, tears, joy, and fatigue carried me to race day. I had lofty race goals, but I felt strong and ready. As I’ve talked about before, I fell far short of my goals, and instead of clocking a personal best that day, I ended up with a personal worst.
I found myself in the Depths of Despair after that race, and my own negative self-talk kept me locked there and had a larger impact on my running and self-confidence than I care to admit. If you’ve ever had a really terrible race or bombed a workout, I’m sure you’ve found yourself there too.
With time, however, I gained perspective, and I realize now what I needed then was a whole lot more self-compassion.