Sometimes the path forward isn’t always clear.
That’s true in life and running.
After running Grandma’s Marathon on Saturday, that’s certainly the case for me.
There was good reason to feel confident heading into the race; training had gone exceptionally well, especially since the Fargo Marathon, and most of the details leading up to the starting gun seemed perfect. Once again, race organizers and the Duluth community proved they know how to host a marathon, particularly one of the largest in the country.
However, something went awry on my way from Two Harbors to Canal Park. By the time I reached the 10K timing mat, my average mile splits were perfect. Even at the halfway point, everything appeared to be going well. It unraveled during the second half and despite responding a handful of times to rally with a surge, my finishing time came nowhere near my expectations.
When training goes well, and we accomplish our goals, running can bring a tremendous amount of satisfaction. It leaves us fulfilled but wanting to chase loftier goals. So what do we do when the stars appear to align and the outcome falls so far short of expectations? What happens when the outcome leaves us feeling empty and disappointed?
The goal last Saturday was to improve on my qualifying time in hopes of gaining entry into the 2018 Boston Marathon. Plan B doesn’t look promising, either.
Perhaps I’m just one long run away from finding the path forward.