In my last "Got To Run” post, I discussed why I decided to start running, the trials and tribulations I've had on my path to becoming a better runner, and my decision to join a 12-week running program that teaches people to run a 10K. I'm happy to say that, since that post, I've been keeping up with the program fairly well! I'm one of the fastest runners in my group and, while my group is not very fast, I'm pretty happy about that! I've also been working very hard to stick to the scheduled runs and meet each week's mileage quota. Last Monday, I ran 5 miles with my group and, I must say, it felt pretty good! ...that's why I was disappointed when yesterday's run went so poorly.
I got off to an okay start on the run, but about a half-mile in I started to feel out of breath. I managed to overcome this by focusing on taking deep, slow breaths. But, by the one-mile mark, my muscles were feeling sluggish and I decided to take a walk break. After regaining my composure, I began running again. But, it didn’t seem to be any easier than before. My weary muscles weren’t allowing me to run smoothly and I couldn’t seem to focus. When I hit the two-mile mark, I decided to call it a day.
In my head, I tried to determine all the causes for this bad run; maybe I didn’t drink enough water during the day, maybe the humid weather combined with no breeze did me in, maybe it was just one of those days... Having finished only two of the five miles I was scheduled to run, I went home feeling disappointed, unaccomplished, and a little defeated.
Later that night a family friend who was visiting expressed a general lack of approval for my running. His thoughts were that since my running wasn’t helping anyone else, it “didn’t need to get done.” Needless to say, that remark didn’t help my already defeated self feel any better.
First, his comment made me angry. I mean, I’ve been working very hard to become a better runner. Then I got to thinking there might be some truth behind it; maybe I don’t do enough to help others. After several hours of pondering this, my rational brain kicked in and I realized that while my running may not help others, it makes me feel good and it’s certainly not hurting anyone else. Maybe my running will even inspire other people to get out, get healthy, and give running a try! ...and that’s helping others!
I’m not sure what prompted our friend to comment as he did, but I’m starting to come to terms with it. It was his opinion and whether it was called for or not, he stated it.
So, readers, how do you handle situations where others don’t approve of something you're passionate about?