Things are all gung-ho and push on until you have an injury. It's easy to be inspired when you are in good health and nothing hurts. But when back spasms come and go at frequent intervals, all the rah-rah fades into the background.
Now it is teeth gritting and plod on time. The only reason you keep going is because you said you would to yourself. It was fun before, not so much now.
Over the years of doing this crazy stuff, I have come to realize that this is where endurance sports begin and end; in the solitary, with no fanfare plodding forward through pain and discomfort and no one really knows. You don't really know why either except this was important to begin with. But you move on and embrace the pain.
The reason may be on the other side or the end of the course and on the other side of the pain. Even then you may not know completely. It's not amenable to analysis. It is just who we are; no answers, no excuses, the way God made us. Yeah, it hurts. But thanks God. I wouldn't want to be anyone else.
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