Two weeks after running Grandma’s Marathon, I had a really obvious DUH! realization about why I felt down in the dumps after the race.

Like, REALLY obvious.

A photo from this morning’s run

The race made me doubt myself. Not the “can I do this?” self doubt I’ve talked about before, but “should I be doing this?” and “am I meant to do this?” self doubt. Should I be out there running marathons if I have such a weak mental game? Why couldn’t I keep up my goal pace for more than 15 miles? Why’d I let falling get in my head so much? And so on.

I had some icky feelings post race but hadn’t identified them as self doubt. The feelings were lingering without me realizing what they were.

But once I identified the feelings, I instantly felt better (okay, and the endorphins of being two weeks post race and working out more helped too), because I understood why I was feeling crummy, and could counter those feelings with logic*.

This isn’t a cry for validation, at all! It’s a celebration of acknowledging a feeling, and the action of doing that helping get through it. I tend to be someone who runs (ha ha) from certain feelings (read: eats their emotions) so this is good for me!!!

*Logic as in, “yes, keep running,” and “you had bad luck that day, it happens,” and “keep working on your mental game, girl!”