In a pep talk for my race last weekend, my running coach told me:
“In the first half, don’t be an idiot. In the second half, don’t be wimp.”
These were the mantras I needed to get through fifty miles of tough stuff. In the beginning, I told myself to run within my ability, to not get too winded, dehydrated, or exhausted. Kept check on my breath and my body. Ran smooth and light. I ran smart. I was not an idiot. And once I hit the 25 mile mark, I told myself to not be a wimp. Feeling tired and hot? Don’t be a wimp. Glutes and quads screaming at you? Don’t be a wimp. Run into a rattlesnake that strikes at you (yes, it happened!)? Don’t be a wimp. Final two miles with zero juice left? Don’t be a wimp.
Here’s the thing: we are given exactly what we can handle. On Saturday, I was given fifty miles of beautiful Pacific Crest Trail, ridiculously hot weather, and a snake. And I was strong enough.
You, my friends, are strong enough, too. So what ever it is, remember: don’t be an idiot. And don’t be a wimp.