wasted wrote:
Has anyone else ever felt depression or despair after working hard for something and failing? How did you get over it? I really feel like there is no meaning to my life.
I remember feeling like this my last year in HS. I had worked so hard for so many years and my senior year was spent dealing with an injury, just when I was rounding back into shape I came down with mono. That was it. I was done. All those races, all those miles, weekends spent at track meets, Friday nights in early because of the meet the next day... it all seemed like I had wasted my time. I felt like a fool for putting so much effort into something so trivial.
There was going to be no college running. No coaches looking at me. All I ever wanted was to run in college. I knew I wasn't some future Olympian, but I was good enough to compete in college. It was absolutely devastating.
I will admit that it took me awhile to shake it. I hated running. Hated hearing about. It just brought up bad feelings. I need to read Magness book, The Passion Paradox. I've only skimmed sections and excerpts from magazines, but I fell into exactly the trap he's discussing. My whole identity was ______ The Runner.
But that's the trick right? In order to elevate above the others you DO have to care enough to make those sacrifices, to put in the extra miles. You have to go all in.
Eventually I did run in college, but it was at a smaller program. I took a year away from running , enrolled in school as a regular student- eventually I walked on, then got a scholarship. It was the long hard way around it, but it worked out OK.
My only advice is to just get away from the sport, do all those other activities that you didn't do due to running. Go rock climbing, hiking, lift weights, jujitsu... whatever... just get way from it.