Have you ever worked towards an objective where at first your goal is perfection but for whatever reason switches to simply completing said objective? If so, you are and I are alike.
Granted I don’t try to make a habit of such situations since I strive to deliver great results to whatever I do but I do have lapses. Case in point, I ran the Smuttynose Rockest half-marathon in New Hampshire this past weekend and truth be told, the idea of perfection went out the window weeks ago.

20 weeks ago or so I decided to shake off graduate school exercise rust by signing up to run, and therefore meticulously train for, the half-marathon. In life there are many ways to cut corners and come out ahead but with long-distance running that just isn’t, or shouldn’t be, the case. To my own detriment, I cheated and won. Not good.
In this particular case, I began my training one week prior to the actual race. The last-minute schedule I completed was to run 4 miles one day, 6 the next, 3 the next, two rest days, 2 miles the day before the race and, of course, 13.1 the day of. Having run a few races in my past, I knew I was capable but even for me, this was a bit extreme. I did read in Runner’s World that if you can run 3 miles, you are capable of running a half-marathon but I know this isn’t what was meant.
Perhaps it is because I, like many of us, am afraid to fail. At times I find myself adding obstacles to success in order to provide excuses for failure thus priming impressive success or simply a crutch. Do you ever do the same thing?
Anyway, to compound the poor training, I was not able to sleep a wink the night before. Just by forcing myself to eat, drink coffee and shower when it was 5:45 a.m. did I decide to actually go through with it. Most of me was scared but that little part of me that likes added challenges was quietly thrilled.
I was able to run the half-marathon in 2 hours, easily a personal worst, but it was in many ways my most successful run. I ran non-stop, didn’t get injured and overcame the poor training, sleep deprivation and rain. Another way to put it is that I am a lucky idiot.
Sore though am 48 hours later, I am happy to have gone through with it but I am worried that I didn’t learn my lesson. If I could pull this off, what else can I get away with? Procrastination is one thing and being able to overcome challenges is another but a lesson learned is a lesson remembered.
One key takeaway is, as my favorite race day sign said, sometimes ‘Finishing Is Winning!.’ It took everything I had to run this half-marathon that, though completed, was never easy. Sometimes just getting through it is the lesson and knowing you can dig deep and power on is how you grow.
I am stubbornly stupidly proud of myself for my race day accomplishment since I learned a bit about myself but my goal, my hope, my drive is to prepare to win and not simply to finish.

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