If you know me or have been reading this blog, you know that I have been training for 6 months to run the AT&T Austin 2007 Marathon. I have been running 4-5 days a week through 90+ degree late summer days or 34 degree cold winter mornings. I wanted to get under my 5 hr. 13 min. time from my first marathon in 2004. I have been training and have felt “right”. I am..well…WAS ready.
I ran 10 miles last Wednesday. During the run, I got a strong pain in my left hip joint. I felt excruciating pain. Tears in my eyes, “What the heck!”, sort of pain. I had to walk 3 times to get home. That is something I never do on a long run.
I took some Ibuprofen, put on some Biofreeze, and rested for several days. I ran 7.7 miles on Sunday. OUCH! The pain, the pain, the pain. Ok…rest a few more days.
I ran 5.5 miles on Tuesday. Pain, pain, pain. Ok, this is NOT working. I told my husband and he said: “I had a feeling that you weren’t healed.” I came to the realization that I can’t run the 26.2 miles. I can’t even run 13.1 right now. I hurt. I ache.
I wrote to the marathon people explaining my EXTREMELY DIFFICULT decision to withdraw from the race. I also asked for my $80 entry fee back. I was very sad to hear that they do not give refunds. No matter what. I BEGGED them to reconsider (after all, we are a one income family and $80 is groceries for a week or more). No way, lady. We just don’t do it.
It would appear now that I have purchased an $80 marathon t-shirt. Wow. I think that is the most expensive t-shirt I will ever own. I have to admit that I am not thrilled with the prospect of watching the evening news next Sunday. Seeing the race results and hearing how great the event went will add to my already foul mood.
I have learned a valuable lesson with this “set-back” though. Life isn’t predictable. No matter how much you think everything is going right, it can always change. You then have two choices. Wallow in self pity & loathing (and start drinking heavily) or dust yourself off and roll with it. I am rolling with it. Okay, I was tempted to drown myself in a case of K Hard Cider a few days ago, but I am over that now.
So, if you see me on the street wearing an expensive looking t-shirt, it was. It cost me $80.