. . . sometimes I still FEEL like I'm pretending. Like I wish I was. Like a wannabe. Like even though I have all the bibs and the miles and the shoes and stuff, there's that awkward, un-athletic school kid who always got mocked and chosen last in gym class* inside of me and someday, someone's gonna figure that out and be like, "You! Don't belong here!" I've spent a lifetime not being able to catch a ball, correctly swing a tennis racket or run a mile and while I know that I have changed
THIS is what I'm hoping will finally go away this year, this nagging self-doubt that I have no earthly control over.
THIS is one of the many reasons I love running. Because it will go away, and it will be because I've run it right into the ground.
::stepping off my little soapbox of self-revelation::
*I almost didn't graduate high school because I skipped my entire senior year of PE. I hated gym class with a passion!