I’m a do-er. There’s nothing that infuriates me more than to “just Hang In there” or “wait and see”. There is a deep feeling of desperation in those moments that is impossible to articulate to one who has not been there. It’s a very dark place.
You know what has always happened when I actually did Hang In there? I survived. I came out the other side. I breathed a huge sigh of relief and explored a more positive feeling: gratitude.
I did my best to Hang In there for my last mile in Chicago. Haven’t been this grateful to sport my race medal in a while.
That feeling of gratitude tends to stick around for quite a while. Gratitude and strength for Hanging In and not giving up, not giving in, not collapsing into myself in a heap on my living room floor.
Well, not every day.
I feel stronger for having endured really tough situations. Not so strong that I go out looking for trouble, but strong enough to know I could do it again (and again) if I have to (and I have).
I’ll take having to Hang In there for a while knowing that, eventually, it will make me stronger. Eventually.
And that is way Better than the Alternative.
Now go out and run.