I last posted a blog on January 10. That’s over a month ago. It’s crazy how life sometimes gets away from you, and you get caught up in other things and forget about things you should be doing. Not that blogging should be a requirement or chore, but it’s supposed to be something I enjoy and therefore should keep up with.
So the last time I wrote I was going on about how much I was surprised with how the treadmill weekend went, and how good my running was going. It’s amazing how quickly things can change. I cannot remember now if it was one week or two after that, but I do know that it was the day I was to run my last really long run of training, 26.2 miles. The week before’s runs hadn’t been that great, but I was confident going into this run, especially since it was not hypothermia cold out. I set out feeling alright, but after roughly 15 miles I started to struggle. Then as I hit miles 19 and 20, I was very much struggling and dragging. I then walked 2 more miles and then tapped out.
Where Dreams Die
To the right you’ll see the place where dreams die…so if you are ever out for a run please avoid said location. It was here that a few realizations came to me:
1) I was not, and would not be, physically ready for the 50 mile race, and, as such, would not be able to qualify for and run the 100 miler.
2) At some point during my months of training, running went from being something I enjoyed to something that was not only unenjoyable but somewhat of a chore.
3) I set out with a goal to run an ultra marathon. With the parameters I set (training time frame, etc.), I was not able to reach said goal. However, there is nothing wrong with failing to meet a goal; quitting would have been unacceptable.
Some might say that by dropping there, just a mere 3 weeks from the event, that I was quitting. However, they’d be wrong. I simply realized that I would not be ready for the event, and I’m not going to put myself at risk physically simply to try to do something that, quite frankly, if you’re not ready for could seriously injure you or cause you health issues. I ran hundreds of miles over the past few months, and that in and of itself is something to be proud of.
I do not have any set goals for 2010, other than to get back to actually enjoying running. I’ll likely run some 5Ks, hopefully a 10K, some trail runs, and maybe a half marathon or two. The important thing is that I’m still running, still healthy, and completely at peace with the decision I made. And I’ve got another huge milestone to prepare for this year…I’m getting married!
And so my friends and fellow runners, remember that sometimes knowing when to step away from something is much more beneficial than blinding running towards it. So until next time…
Run on Friends!
So, needless to say, I was not looking forward to my long runs this weekend. After my bout of hypothermia last weekend, I decided that given the fact that the temperatures would again be in the 20s that I shouldn’t risk it again. Luckily (?) I have a gym membership, so on Saturday morning I found my way to the gym. After running twice this week at the gym, with one of those run ending after 1.5 miles, I did not think it was going to go well.
Symptoms:
Near 16 miles, we came upon a strip mall, and luckily I had enough sense to say that it was time to stop. I confusedly made my way into a supermarket. I stumbled around the aisles looking for a place to sit, but I couldn’t find any. I was afraid if I sat on the ground someone would call an ambulance and there would be a big scene…so I managed to stay standing. Alex bought me a bag of pretzels to get some salt in me, then I got a cup of hot chocolate which helped warm me up some. Still, all I wanted to do was sit and sleep.
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