While running in cross country, I started to wonder why I couldn't run fast anymore. I wasn't as focused as I used to be and I didn't have that edge anymore that got me through races. At first I was certain I lost the motivation to run and I began to figure out what it could be that gave me that motivation. This went on for weeks until all of a sudden I began dreaming about this girl out of the blue. She hadn't crossed my mind in two years, so when I dreamt of her four nights in a row, I became concerned. I asked some semi-professional people in this field why I would dream about her like this. They told me I was missing something that she represented, and I wanted it back. They said it probably wasn't her that I needed to get back, but as I said, what she represented in my life. That's when I came to the conclusion that she was what motivated me to run. Last week, however, it hit me that it wasn't a conscious motivation that she brought to me because I still had the motivation to work hard every day in practice. What I was really missing was that edge or adrenaline which put me over the top and kept me going. So it was actually a subconscious adrenaline rush that she indirectly gave me. As soon as she left, that rush left and I was left with my own work ethic to keep me going. I had a strong enough desire to train at a high level, but that only got me so far. I ran with more concentration and subconscious ability in 6th grade than I did Junior year in high school.
What I've accepted is that nobody but her can give me that rush, that's the simple truth. I can train as hard as I want, but I am really worried that this lack of an edge will keep me at the level I've always succeeded at. It amuses me because I began to feel that rush the day after talking with her a month ago. For a month straight I worked harder than I ever had and kept focused without faultering. After having the most recent phone call, I began to train on anger rather than with a positive rush... unfortunately that has begun to fade. Today when running, I felt like time had stopped and I wasn't going anywhere... I decided to not attend an offseason track meet tomorrow because I don't feel like making a fool of myself as I've once again lost that rush and am scared to death of never getting it back.
I know that if I can speak with her for five minutes every now and then it will carry me through the season. If I am unable to keep contact with her, the season is probably just as lost as the previous two years. For the first time really, I'm feeling sick and depressed when I think about her, so I know the current state of the relationship will only hinder me. That's why I'm so confused right now; as I said, I get the feeling she's always extremely busy and has little time to talk with someone she hasn't thought about in years. Of course, this is the final time I'll ever be involved in a school sport, the last time I'll ever do what's dominated my life the last seven years. Succeeding this season would be the ultimate achievement, but without the rush I'm not going to reach my goals. I guess that's why I have a hard time accepting advice geared toward forgetting her and finding somebody else...
