
"What if?"
Running has always been a huge part of my life, but a marathon was never part of the agenda.
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In fact, 3 miles around my neighborhood was enough to produce a good sweat for me.
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Nothing more, nothing less.
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Coming back from an adventure-packed Europe trip in August, I moved back in with my parents for a month. That's when reality hit me.
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I felt like a zombie selling my time on Earth - just going through the motions.
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I thrived in environments of chaos and hustle and now, it was the opposite.
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So the story gets pretty predictable from here.
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I was looking for a challenge and laced up for a 3-miler one day.
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Then changed my mind and made it a goal to run 10.
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I didn't make it. Got to 9 and walked the rest - but the momentum was huge.
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It fueled my curiosity with a "what if?"
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What if I can run a full marathon?
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So I said fuck it.
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I'm going to run a full marathon.
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The rules were simple.
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1. I drive myself out to a location to run.
2. I run two more miles than the previous week.
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However, I was naive.
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On average, people train 6-8 months. I was a fool to think that 8 weeks would be enough.
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Granted, I worked my ass off.
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2-3 days of running (with Mondays being long runs).
2-3 days of swimming.
5 days of lifting.
5-7 days of stretching.
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Still, the course kicked my ass.
The Run
Goal: Break 4 hours
18 miles was the most I've ever unofficially done.
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That's how far I got with training. Pretty unsuccessful to be blunt.
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But standing in the crowd at the start line, I felt so excited.
Maybe cause I was preoccupied with visualizing the attention that would come after finishing.
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Once the race started, I immediately entered flow state.
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Time felt like it was on 2x speed.
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I destroyed mile 15 in 7 minutes and 53 seconds - my fastest yet.
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Breaking 3.5 hours was easily within reach and it sounded way too good to be true.
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Funny enough at mile 20, everything went to shit.
The pain was unlike anything I've ever experienced.
My quads and hamstrings gave me the big middle finger.
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My knee joints were on fire and my muscles were fatigued
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To top it off, my AirPods were dead
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With 6 more miles to go, every next step was me giving my all not to cramp.
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I had to punch my legs a few times to get them to keep moving - just like banging an old TV to make it turn on.
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I was checked out.
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My mind was already sitting at the finish line munching on all the complimentary cliff bars.
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Each water stop was a red flag.
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I couldn't stop craving every sip of those electrolyte infused drinks.
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Sooner rather than later, I crossed the line in 4 hours and 4 minutes.
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For starters, that's a really good time. I was definitely happy. There was no doubt that the feeling of accomplishment was insanely rewarding.
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Yet, the competitiveness in me refused to believe that was how it ended.
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What had once started as a "what if?" had become an "if only."
The Marathon Continues
Reflecting back, here's a couple fundamental lessons I revisited.
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1. Life is like a bow and arrow
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My marathon run was quite literally the tortoise and the hare tale.
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I was the hare who got way too cocky.
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I can't recall how many times I told myself, don't run too fast - you have to pace yourself.
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Needless to say, I lost patience; carried away by the adrenaline.
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Lately, I feel like life's been the same way.
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I try to juggle between a billion projects and eventually I burn out - getting me nowhere.
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It's tricky to find the right medium between chaos and order, but there's always a reset button for everyone.
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Ironically for me, it was running that helped me to slow down
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It was what kept me sane.
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Every completed run was a small win that replenished my motivation meter.
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So when people say that life is like a roller coaster, I think it's more like a bow and arrow.
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Sometimes you just gotta take a step back, to propel forward.
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2. Identity > Outcome
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Over summer, I read a book called Atomic Habits. It walks you through step by step on how to create and sustain good habits.
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There was one particular rule that stood out to me:
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Identity Based Habits > Outcome Based Habits
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If people can't identify who they want to become, it's hard to reach the outcome that they desire.
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It's why so many people can't quit nicotine.
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They focus too much on not taking another puff, rather than changing their beliefs to someone who identifies as a non-smoker.
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Here's an easier way to describe it.
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who you want to become > what you want to achieve
[identity] > [outcome]
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If your behavior isn't congruent with your identity, then chances are, your habits won't last.
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Looking back on my training, I was so focused on the outcome of completing a marathon. I wasn't being attentive enough as to who I wanted to become.
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This allowed me to slack at times. I was giving myself excuses, saying that I'd be fine on the day of the big run.
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But in the end, it was never about how much distance I learned to cover.
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It was about how it shaped my character; how it improved self-discipline.
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So what now?
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Well, I was 4 minutes away from the sub 4 hour club. That's pretty unsatisfying.
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So I'm gonna run it again.
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Except this time, I'll be running because it's become a part of who I am, not just for the sake of breaking 4.
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The marathon continues.
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