Just a quick little catch-up on what’s been going on in my world…
I raced really well on Friday at the Pro.Active For Life 5K in Frankfort, Kentucky. For the first time in a long time, I ran without any pain. None. And I pushed my fastest mile yet (it’s always the first. Negative splits!? HA! I bring the best Positive splits!). That following morning, I woke to do my PT exercises and dynamic warm-up before heading out around my area for a solo 20 miler. This went…surprisingly well. Like…another run (and much longer) without any pain. This is progress.
I had said that the result of my 20 mile run (which I had to do alone as everyone I run with is (1) Recovering from the Boston Marathon; (2) Tapering for the Kentucky Derby Festival Marathon and/or Mini Marathon; or (3) Tapering for the Flying Pig Marathon) would determine whether or not I go ahead with my plan to run Grandma’s Marathon up in Duluth, MN. This is my grandpa’s favorite marathon and he speaks highly of it. That’s why I wanted to do it. And I signed up for it…not really knowing how I would be doing at that point, but figured I’d be in good shape.
And…for the most part I am. But the window for bib transfer ends on May 1, and I would not have time to attempt another long 20+ mile run before then. While I came out of this one in good form and shape, there was no guarantee that the next one would tell the same story.
Stress. Pressure. Not all related to running. It sort of just wears you down. And by the time Monday morning rolled around, I was feeling more than a little stressed. The window of opportunity for any sort of bib transfer for Grandma’s Marathon closed in just over a week, so time was short. And it was at that point, on a rest/cross-training day, that I made my final decision…
The Hard Decisions:
I opted to transfer my race bib and not run Grandma’s Marathon this year. It was not at all an easy decision to come to. I felt good. No pain. I have been having some great running moments as of late. I’ve become physically and mentally tough. But…I’m not mentally prepared for the chance that on the morning of the marathon, I may not feel 90-100%. I could hurt like hell. And I both physically and mentally can NOT handle another marathon turning into the death march that was my Boston Marathon. I made the decision early…while eating breakfast…before even heading out to what turned into a high stress day at the office. I can’t handle further setbacks like the year I had last year. If anything, the hip labrum injury has made me a more cautious and smarter runner. Maybe too cautious. Because, it was pointed out I could run 20 miles and walk 6 of this marathon…but I couldn’t fathom doing that. I know not every run will be good, but without the opportunity to throw down another 20+ mile run before the window for bib transfer closed…I decided to err on the side of caution and go back another year. Hopefully next year.
When I’ll be a bit more prepared.
When I’ll mentally be in a better place with my running.
I cried over it…a few times that day. That being said, while it wasn’t an easy decision…it was the right decision.
I don’t know how many marathons I have left in this body…so when I choose to run one, I want to give it my all. And it was just too soon to demand that of my body in mid-June. But, this means I can put all my focus and training on my September race instead. And I’m okay with that.