Mistakes are painful, but they are the only way to figure out who we are.
I can’t remember where I heard this, but it was just recently. I think it may have been from Grey’s Anatomy.
It’s a truth that has stuck with me the last few days. We all make mistakes: Big ones. Small ones. Ones that hurt others. Ones that hurt only ourselves. Ones that are remembered for a lifetime. And ones that are forgotten the next day.
Regardless of the size, shape and disaster density of our mistakes however, they do provide an opportunity for closer examination of our soul (always a good thing).
And they afford us a chance to grow (again, always a good thing).
I ran four miles yesterday. I hadn’t run four miles at once in several weeks, and not only was it a “I-want-to-run-forever” type of run, but I learned something about myself—
I realized that I haven’t been running much out of fear that I am no longer the runner I once was. I haven’t been running much out of fear that my identity as a runner is now skewed because of the lack of miles and increase in yoga (or days of nothing at all). I haven't been running much because I haven't been of the belief that I can successfully "train" while balancing the rest of life.
This mindset of mine has been a huge mistake.
And I’m ready to move on. I'm ready to run.