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"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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