Time Out

I was hitting my marks. My pace was on target. My distance was met. I felt proud sharing my accomplishments with my coach. My running watch became an extension of me. It dictated my performance and gave statistics that categorized my effort. My interest in my results became an obsession.

As my training increased, I became so focused on staying on schedule that I was neglecting warning signs that my body was becoming worn. I disregarded the care I need to support my running. As my training paces dropped, in sympathy to my knee pain, my watch made sure to accurately track the decline. I became frantic as I studied the numbers on my wrist. My workouts became stressful and, as my intention contradicted my resolve, I became halted by pain.