I learned something about myself the last few weeks. Something good. Or, I think it’s good. And I think it is something that we can all learn from and should always remember.
This is a story about me, but it’s really about everyone. As always, I hope the deeper message is one that resonates with all because I think there is a deeper message here. The message is one I am going to try to remember the next time I think all is lost (proverbially, or in reality).
The message is one of narratives – things we believe. Things we think we know. Stories we tell ourselves. Deep truths about ourselves that we assume are true.
We spend a lot of time convincing ourselves (knowingly or unknowingly) about all sorts of things.
And sometimes we’re not telling ourselves the truth.
Exactly one year ago today, I walked into the surgery center to meet Dr. Braver for him to perform surgery on my right Achilles tendon. As I walked in, I said to the receptionist at the counter, “I am here to begin my training for the 2020 New York City Marathon.” She smiled and said, “You must be Mr. Semendinger.”
My running hasn’t been great, but it hasn’t been bad either. I’ve been running about three days a week, usually about 3 miles at a time. It’s basically been a succession of 11-mile weeks. This approach has made sense because I just need to get strong.
About two weeks ago, though, I decided to ramp it up a bit. I want to start building miles and becoming a stronger runner. (I need to do that. “Want” makes it seem like a choice. It isn’t a choice.)
Two weeks ago, I did five miles. That was my longest run in a while.