I have written a race recap for the BCS Marathon three times and not been satisfied with any of them. The fact of the matter is that my race was awful. It was too hot for me to maintain race pace. I got dehydrated and my wheels completely fell off. I cried a lot, sat on a curb and felt sorry for myself. Did so much walking I felt like I was on a death march. But I’ve had a day to reflect on the race and I have changed my outlook on it.
Was it hot? Sure!
Was it humid? Yep, 100%.
Did the sun beat down? Check.
Did my once perfect race nutrition turn into an epic fail? Unfortunately, yes.
Did I get so dehydrated that I quit sweating? Sure did.
Did I PR? Nope.
Did I finish? YES.
I allowed conditions outside of my control to control me. I was trained and ready and was feeling sorry for myself.
The reality is the marathon isn’t just the final 26.2 miles. I am more fit than I was in July. I had an entire training season with no injuries. I made some lifelong friends and enjoyed the entire journey. I ran when others were unable and completed 26.2 miles!!! We raised good money for the race charities.
I am alive and there is no CAN’T in my vocabulary!! I am choosing to not measure this season’s success using my finish time this year. I have so many reasons to be happy!
These are more ramblings than any sort of cohesive post. I’m in taper, so cut me some slack… hahah
Six more sleeps til I battle the 26.2 mile course again. I can’t believe it’s been 22 weeks since I started the fall training season. I began with a few close friends in the group in July and through monsoons, insane heat and humidity and temperatures in the 20s, while managing work, training runs, volunteer work and our love of cupcakes, I can honestly say I am ending this season with far more close friends than I had in July. The group went out for breakfast like we have after every long run and this time we celebrated our pace leader’s birthday. It was a big one!!! The smiles were huge this week because my friends are so ready for the marathon! We laughed about all the silly things we have done all season and how far each of us have come. These are friendships that are woven together, each run making us stronger runners but also better friends.
I began thinking I would be targeting a certain goal time, but am ending this season with a slightly modified goal time. I’m not sad though. I am at peace with the decision. It will still be a PR. I feel confident that I can attain it because this Saturday’s final long run felt REALLY EASY. OK, maybe I’m a little nervous. I’m a little sad that everyone will be running Dallas together and I will be running BCS by myself, but I know that we are all running together in spirit. I begin an hour earlier, so I will get to enjoy the after-race and then jump onto facebook to cheer them all across the finish line. Last night I began my packing list and have been stalking Accuweather in a very “boil the bunny” unhealthy way. Tonight we will finish the laundry of all of the race-day wear for the family and I will begin to set my playlist for the Shuffle. I have my nutrition all planned out and oh, did I tell you… there are SIX MORE SLEEPS TIL THE MARATHON?!?!?
145 days til race day!!
The aggressive physical therapy paid off!!! I allowed my PT to do all sorts of unspeakable things to me like dry needling (who thought of that???) and exercises I hated, but sucking it up and doing what I had to do allowed me to successfully join my training group for the first run of the season! I took the run pretty easy and enjoyed just being there with my running buddies and made some new ones and I was rewarded with that crazy tired, can’t-keep-my-eyes-open-another-minute afternoon nap. I was most surprised that I felt like I had been beaten with a baseball ball all along my back and butt. I guess that’s what happens when you change your running form and quit relying 100% on your quads to do all the work. Luckily, the soreness was gone the next morning.