It’s supposed to be the easy day.

No alarm. No watch beeping at you. No pain cave, no elevation gain. Just... rest. But instead of feeling relief, your brain is loud. Restless. Crawling with what-ifs and should-haves.

If that sounds familiar, you’re not broken. You’re just an athlete with a very human brain, one that’s learned to equate movement with worth, control, and stability.

This past weekend I ran the Colorado Marathon. I’m not quite sure how many times I’ve run this race, I think maybe seven. I don’t keep many results of the times, maybe a I should, but I just like the memories and getting out there and running.

You trained hard. You tapered right. You visualized the race. And then... it didn’t go as planned. Things go sour. Maybe your legs felt dead, maybe the conditions were brutal, or maybe your mind wasn’t in the game. Whatever the reason, you crossed the finish line feeling disappointed, and that frustration lights a fire in you.