Today I made the decision that I’m not running a spring marathon.
Yes, I’m sad and mad and pretty frustrated about it and its also sort of a relief at the same time. Still, it has put me into a “mood” today that I’m trying really hard to shake so I’m hoping writing about it will help.
My last couple posts have talked about what a challenging winter its been to train for a spring marathon. We hadn’t signed up yet, and I was giving myself until February 26th (2 months out) to make the decision because I did realize that we may hit too many road blocks after the months leading up to the start of training.
So what led up to this decision happening so soon? Well, before I left for my work trip I had a great 15 mile pace run that left me feeling energetic and confident. The next day I got on a plane and picked up this horrible cold that I still have. That was on the 14th of January…its February 1st. Saying a “cold” sounds kind of wimpy because I have definitely run through many colds before but it was different this time. It sank in deep to my chest, I lost my voice and I had a horrible cough and I just felt tired and run down. Still, I figured after a few days I would feel better enough to get back to training, even if it meant taking it easier for a while. Day after day went by and I just didn’t feel any better. I worried that I was going to give it to my daughter…and I did.
I could go into the whole thing and talk about the lack of sleep for everyone, the scary nights when she was wheezing and we had to get her on her nebulizing baby “inhaler”, the doctors appointment where we found out she had an ear infection and croup, the days home from work and my boss never saying a word leading me to believe she wasn’t ok with me taking time off, the stress, the worry, the horrible weather and roads…all of it. You get the picture, I’m sure.
Finally my voice is coming back. I still can’t hit high notes and have that “sexy” low sound still but its so much better than before. And then my throat starts hurting…bad. WTF???? Then Tim’s throat starts hurting. Then we get yet another blizzard.
So this morning I had a 16 mile run planned. What to do, what to do? Seriously, I couldn’t figure it out and asked in a running forum to take a survey. I wanted to get my run in, yet I also would like to not be sick. Running can boost your immune system but only if you don’t over do it. Runs longer than an hour actually suppress your immune system. Finally I just decided to get out there, do a short loop and see how I felt. Well the roads sucked. I’ve dealt with that before. My 14 mile run the roads were awful and I got through it. I hoped when I got to the main roads they would at least have some tire tracks that were decent and the first main road did not. It was a slippery, sloppy mess. I realized I wasn’t going to run 16 miles in this crap. I looked down at my watch to see what my pace was and estimate how long it would even take me to run 16 and saw that my satelite wasn’t connected. My timer had been going but my distance said 0.00 miles. I was at least 3/4 of a mile into it. I stopped. I swore out loud. I tried turning off my watch and turning it on again to see if I could get it to work. Nope. Had it been a decent day I could estimate distance based on my time but I had no idea how much slower I was going and I wasn’t about to guestimate a long run.
I turned around to head home to borrow Tim’s watch and when I got back to my neighborhood there were two little white dogs (I don’t know what they’re called but they have hair like poodles) in the road that started chasing me and barking and nipping at my ankles. I yelled at them and they got more aggressive so I just kept running until finally the owner yelled for them to come back. Seriously, there is snow everywhere and your little white dogs are unleased in the road?! Cars drive on that street way too fast and could easily not see them with all the snow. Ticked me off even more. I can’t stand irresponsible pet owners!
Anyway, I got home and I hate to admit I was nearly in tears. I looked at Tim and said “I’m not doing the marathon.” Thankfully, he completely understood and agreed with me. I did get his watch and go back out and run. I got in almost 10 miles. I really needed to run at that point to help me deal with this disapointment, even though it continued to be a frustrating road where one car tried to run me off the road (even though there was no traffic in the opposite lane whatsoever) and one van who thought laying on their horn for roughly a minute would, I don’t know maybe teach me a lesson??! Ha ha, it didn’t.
I know, its only February, I still have time to train if I really wanted to make it work. I could still run the marathon. That’s just it though, I don’t want to just “run” a marathon. I’ve already run 3 marathons. I get that its an accomplishment just to cross the finish line, but for me that’s just not “enough” anymore. Not enough to get me through 16 miles on days like today. Not enough to spend hours away from my family on the weekend. I only want to run a marathon if I think I’m going to run it as fast as I’d like. At this point, with the way the last few weeks have gone and the fact that Tim said they are expecting another month of this weather I just don’t see it being realistic.
So, not to totally be a downer, we are going to change our training plans and focus on the Riverbank 25K instead. As bummed as I am about the marathon, I’m also relieved that the pressure and stress is finally over.