Alan Ritchson Instagram – I put 4 1/2 miles on this old dirt road behind me. Felt so nice. I’ve always loved running in below freezing temps, which this run was. It was faster than my pace has been lately. I think the cold invigorated the time a bit. But at 6’3” 240lbs I’m not nearly as fast as I was prior to taking on Reacher. A role I’ve enjoyed adding size for.
As a result of the growth I’ve had to really stretch the very weak self-love language and remind myself I can’t expect someone my size to be burning a 6 or 7 minute mile pace like I used to. I expect a lot of myself. So it’s hard to accept that. But if I didn’t, I’d somehow start to believe I’m a failure in some capacity and that would be a real travesty. Because the point of this kind of movement is that the very act of following through is the reward. Movement is the medicine. The quiet time with nature is the gift. There’s no race. Only a few brittle cornfields and the occasional cattle could testify to my belabored stride anyway. So what does it matter? I’m better off for doing it at all. We win when we struggle forward at a pace that’s challenging for our unique situation. Better not to compare. To others… or our past selves, I suppose.
It’s so obvious I’m talking to myself. But sometimes I don’t run anymore cause they look different now. This one reminded me how good it is to meet ourselves where we are. Maybe someone out there needs to hear this? I don’t know.
How’s that for random? | Posted on 21/Nov/2023 11:01:13
