The last few days I’ve had a hard time coming up with a new topic for my Running blog. Running has been easy, but writing, well I’ve been in a writer’s slump. A writer’s slump you ask? Well not really. I’ve written a few chapters in my next running themed book. I’ve written for another fitness themed blog, but I just could not seem to get motivated for a new post on my blog.
Running while in a writer’s slump. What gives with that…???
What makes me qualified to write about running? I started to ask myself.
I started to have some negatives thoughts seek into my mind.
Why do I think anyone cares about my running or what I write about?
Does anyone really read my blog? Or is it just another collection of digits amongst the many brighter stars in the internet galaxy?
Then it hit me….I am qualified to write about running, and that is the perfect title, theme, thought, and motivation for me to write.
Why am I qualified to write about running? Simple…
(A few months into my running journey, Thule Air Base, Greenland, 2001)
I’ve been there. I started my running journey, out of shape, overweight, and in the throes of middle age. I had to fight self-doubt, laziness, and a lifestyle that was content to be still. That alone makes me perfectly qualified to write to 99% of the running population. Unlike the elite athletes, a large number of us “real” people begin our running careers behind the power curve. We struggle, fight, and crawl our way to fitness. I understand you. I was among you and I’m still one of you.
I live a normal life. As much as I wish it was, running is not my number one priority. I may think it is. I may want it to be but no matter what, my job and family are what enables me to run. Most of us fight to find time, fight to find the money, and fight to get our runs in. Some days it’s easy and some days it takes every ounce of effort to get out the door, to step on the treadmill, and begin our run. I live that battle every day.
I can relate. At some point running gets hard. We get injured. We suffer from blisters. Our stomachs rebel. We lose motivation. We just want to cuddle up on the couch with a bag of chips, some Oreos, a gallon of milk and be still. I’ve struggled and overcame all of those thoughts….sometimes within the first mile of a single outing. I feel your pain; your pain has been my pain. I understand.
I’ve made the mistakes. We all do. We up the mileage too soon. We take on a bigger challenge then we were ready for. We run when we should have rested. There is no worse feeling than when you realize your body has let you down. We get sidelined. I’ve felt that very soul crushing, and self-defeating thought; I’m injured.
I can write about running because I’m like you and you are like me. We live a normal life. We need each other, we can relate to each other struggles. We motivate each other. We inspire each other…and we learn, grow, and support each other.
I may not be educated on the proper techniques of running, I may lack the knowledge and understanding of nutrition and how it relates to running and I might not digest the function of the human body.
But I know exactly what you’re going through…and I care.
(Finishing the Medoc Mountain Trail Marathon, 2016)
That makes me perfectly qualified to write about running.