After the Zoo race I had hoped to get back to my Marathon plan. But, the injury from the beginning of the year still worried me. I didn’t want to increase distance too quickly. So I scaled it back. I was hitting the gym more often and I was also keeping up the running.
I felt good about the running I had done in the month of June… I was at least getting out there more often. But with July around the corner and my mom coming into town I knew that naturally the mileage would dip…
But it dipped FAR more than it should have. The mileage for the month was a measly 25.98 miles. That is the mileage I should have been running per week not per month.
I was determined to get back on track in August but I had two night baseball games to start the week… at White Sox Stadium. I can get a run in before a baseball game if it’s at Wrigley but not CWS… so that was two days off. Then I went to NYC for a week. I wasn’t foolish enough to think I would be running while there. Plus I had to have work clothes and going out clothes and a few in between… there was no room for running gear. I got back from NYC and 4 days later was on the road to Minnesota to go to a baseball game there with a friend. There was no time for running. Got back from that trip and immediately got sick from lack of sleep. Spent a week on the Couch and then the following weekend was a good friends Wedding.
Needless to say my August ended with a paltry 14.20 miles. WAY too low for marathon training… Especially a marathon that was only a month and a half away…
I was determined to get on track in September. I knew by the end of the month I was going to have a decision to make… Do the Marathon or DNS.
I got out there several times a week. I was feeling good about the progress I was making. Running was no longer feeling a chore and the runs were getting a bit easier. It was a sure sign that I was getting back in the running groove.
I ended the month with 37.96 Miles and I had a decision to make…
My September Running picked up. But I was still way below where I knew I should be. My longest run that month had been 3.90 miles…
October first came around faster than I wanted. I was happy with the progress I had made in September. Considering it was the year where EVERYTHING went wrong… I thought it was a decent month. It was not the month I had envisioned when the year started. It wasn’t even close
With the Marathon only 9 days away I had a serious decision to make. I knew there was no hope of running the whole thing. Hell… I wasn’t even sure if I could run HALF of the race. But, I also knew that I was stubborn enough to finish the race should I decide to start. I also knew that race day weather was going to play a HUGE part.
So, I checked the expected weather forecast just about every day leading up to the race. All forecasts were calling for warmer temps. Damn… I would have much better luck if it was only going to be 50 degrees or so… But 70 something… that’s warm for a marathon.
A friend of mine told me to do the race. It’s an amazing accomplishment to even finish so why not go for it.
I wanted to do the race. I knew it would hurt and I knew I would be doing a lot of walking. This race would probably take me well over 5 hours to complete. But to finish a marathon would be amazing.
But in the back of my head I also knew how foolish it would be. I would be in an immense amount of pain after. I probably wouldn’t be running at all for several weeks after the race either. To top it off, my Favorite 5K was the Saturday following the marathon… The race Gods were not kind.
My mom was coming into town. She was prepared to support me no matter what my decision, whether I choose to run or not.
I thought about my pride for a tiny bit… I talked about doing this race FAR more than I talked about doing my first half. It would be a HUGE hit to admit that I pulled out. But that was not my determining factor
As much as I wanted to do the race to say that I completed a marathon… and believe me, it was A HUGE factor. I knew I just couldn’t
I opted to DNS – In fact, I never even picked up the race packet or attended the Expo.
To say I was bummed is an understatement. This had been my goal race for the year. But it was a year where everything went wrong… Injury and constantly getting sick and some summer heat. It just was not meant to be.
The marathon course used to run in front of my apartment and then behind it… essentially locking me until the runners passed the 10ish mile mark… so somewhere around 11:00 am.
Race morning came and I decided that I may not be running the race but I will be damned if I wasn’t going to partake in some fashion. So, Camera in hand, Mom and I ventured outside to cheer everyone on. The elites ran by very early with a speed I can never hope to have. After that came the speedy normal people. We stayed until we saw a friend of mine run by so I could yell out his name. We had been outside for over an hour and I wanted to watch the elites finish the race so ventured back inside to watch the elites finish the race on TV.
This is still a sore point in my running history. But really… you all saw it coming. I was never foolish enough to believe that I could fudge my first marathon. Had I already gotten a marathon under my belt I would have been a lot more inclined to go through it. I find races easier the second time around because you know what to expect. But it was not meant to be and this taught me that it really is never meant to be.