Last weekend, I did something silly-but perfectly in character. I whined and moaned a few months ago about my stress fracture and how it was wrecking my life. Well, once the denial and bargaining stages of runner grief subsided, I went on about my acceptance. I found another way to keep me relatively fit without trying to grind my bones into powder 30 miles per week. I got into a new routine. I FORGOT about running. A friend graciously offered to use my entry into the first ever “Good Life Halfsy” and run/walk that thing like a boss. Until…
We realized she’d be out of town that weekend. No big deal, I signed up, I got injured, I bow out. Right? Happens to people all the time. Except…not everyone is such a lethal combination of thrifty and stubborn as I am. The thought of wasting my entry fee and NOT torturing myself for a few hours when I knew thousands of other people were was just too much temptation. I gave in. Decided I’d just go “see what happens”. And so…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btm4qkCnPJE&feature=youtu.be
I “ran my halfsy off”. And the result? A time of 1:58:39. This was 8 seconds slower than the first half I’d ever run-and I TRAINED for that thing. I was so ridiculously proud of this time, I can’t even tell you. I thought the whole time that if I kept up my average 9 minute pace, I’d be able to come in under 2 hours, which was my secret goal. Of course, that doesn’t really line up with “see what happens”, but I never do stuff halfway (except, of course, that this is a half marathon and thus the definition of halfway). After the first few miles, I figured I had a shot. And then…the second half of the race. I have never been more miserable in all my life. This hurt more than my half iron man. That was just a really long day. This was some form of ancient torture. My quads, OH my quads! At each mile marker after 8, I thought I’d just try to hit “one more mile” and then I’d walk. and then around mile 10, everything was hurting, I wanted to give up…and I saw a friend. Running. He yelled out, and I realized I didn’t want him to pass me by as I walked to the end. So I just. kept. going. My pace ended at a last mile of 9:30 but I didn’t stop. Almost fell down at the end once I started walking past the finish, but I did it!
And the rest of the day was pain. Stairs sucked. Sitting down sucked. Getting up sucked. But you know what didn’t suck? Being able to say “yeah, I ran a half marathon after not running at all for 2 months. No big deal”. Pride is a powerful motivator. But now I’m back to being able to walk normal, and the stress fracture didn’t hurt at all during the race, so I may actually start running a few times a week again-even though I’m pretty sure treadmill running got me this injury, and at a current temp of around 20 degrees it’s the only halfway desirable option. Guess we’ll just “see what happens”!
Yay! Great time and awesome that you did it all! You really never know … sometimes just being relaxed can have amazing results!
Thanks! You were one of the people I thought of at the finish line-I knew you’d appreciate the story.