Runfession #1: I can't stop thinking about my recent Chicago Marathon. I'm still smiling about it! And I can't stop talking about it! I know that. You know that. Have you ever known anyone to run a marathon and not talk about it? Some people accuse runners of oversharing. Apparently they would like more of us to be like this woman:
Yeah right! This would never happen! And really what is the point of this video anyways? It's clearly fake.
One more picture, because I can't stop thinking about it. I promise this is the last one, and thank you for indulging me one last time:
Yes, it was a great race, but I didn't meet my A goal of a sub-4 race and qualifying for Boston. When I looked at the weather forecast for the week, I knew that wasn't in the cards. Dialing back my goals and making a B goal, to finish strong, under 4:30, and to have fun was the new, updated plan.
Which is exactly what happened. Plan B, mission accomplished. Since then I've been basking in the post-marathon glow of that accomplishment. After a week off running, I started up again, slowly. My legs feel good. My plantar fasciitis is still there, but no worse from running 26.2 miles. I call that a win. I have foot pain when I start running for about 1/4-1/2 mile and then it is gone. Between yoga stretches and my self foot massage, I continue to keep it down to a dull roar.
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Don't you kids try this at home. Do as I say, not as I do.
While I running, I let my thoughts wander. And they wandered to that Chicago Marathon and my missed A goal. And here's my big Runfession #3: I started to have crazy, uncontrollable thoughts about running another marathon this fall.
An argument ensued between my brain and my runner's heart:
An argument ensued between my brain and my runner's heart:
Heart: Hey, you know what? The Naperville Marathon is Sunday, November 8."
Brain: "But I work Saturday, November 7."
Heart: "Work, schmerk. You could so do this thing. You know you want to."
Brain: "I might get injured."
Heart: "You're feeling great! Recovery from Chicago was a breeze. And think about all those people you know who are doing back to back marathons. They're not hurt! "
Brain: "Even if I didn't get hurt, Becky would hurt me. She'd make me do 26.2 burpees. Maybe she wouldn't coach me anymore."
Heart: "She'd never know. She doesn't read your blog, does she?"
Brain: "True story. Oh my God. But I couldn't tell anyone. They'd think I was crazy!"
Heart: "So don't tell anyone! The weather will be cool. You know that the heat was the main reason you missed out on that goal."
Brain: "My husband would divorce me!"
Heart: "So don't tell him! Just tell him you're running a half. Tell him you're going to volunteer!"
Brain: "And what if I fail? What if I get hurt?"
Heart: "What if you don't?"
At that point, I stopped to cough and to snap some pictures of the beautiful fall colors. Then I turned around to head home. With the distractions and the cough, my brain and heart stopped arguing, and I started to have sane thoughts again. I decided to discuss this with Marcia at our planned lunch later that morning.
When I saw Marcia, we hugged, and my runfession came flooding out before we even ordered our food. Of course, I couldn't not talk about it! I'm a runner, and we must talk about all the things running, right?
But instead of telling me that I was nuts, she told me she was feeling the same way--she spent the morning looking up the Indianapolis Monumental Marathon. We talked for a while about this crazy phenomenon--how we runners always think we can push harder and that we've got more in the tank.
But instead of telling me that I was nuts, she told me she was feeling the same way--she spent the morning looking up the Indianapolis Monumental Marathon. We talked for a while about this crazy phenomenon--how we runners always think we can push harder and that we've got more in the tank.
But we don't. 26.2 miles is incredibly hard on the body. Heck, why do you think I'm sick right now? My tank is on E, which in this case, stands for ENOUGH.
I could blame my illness on my job. Actually, I know that is where I picked up this bug. I take care of sick kids every day, but I usually avoid illness. This time, I wasn't so lucky. I'm sure my post marathon dip in immunity had a lot to do with it.
All those arguments my brain was giving me are enough reason to continue on my planned recovery. My illness is kind of the icing on the cake. Marcia shared with me that she did chase another marathon after that crazy hot Chicago marathon in 2010 and ended up injured. Oh, yeah, that could happen too....
We both agreed that it's not worth it.
Enough running. Enough racing. Enough long distances. Enough coughing.
Enough.
I could blame my illness on my job. Actually, I know that is where I picked up this bug. I take care of sick kids every day, but I usually avoid illness. This time, I wasn't so lucky. I'm sure my post marathon dip in immunity had a lot to do with it.
All those arguments my brain was giving me are enough reason to continue on my planned recovery. My illness is kind of the icing on the cake. Marcia shared with me that she did chase another marathon after that crazy hot Chicago marathon in 2010 and ended up injured. Oh, yeah, that could happen too....
We both agreed that it's not worth it.
But.... oh so tempting!
Thanks to Marcia for hosting Runfessions but even more for the real life confessional and slapping some sense into me! What are friends for, anyway?
But Marcia, what was that about that Avenue of the Giants Marathon? Marcia?
But Marcia, what was that about that Avenue of the Giants Marathon? Marcia?
Have you ever tried to redeem yourself by running a spontaneous backup plan? How did that work out for you? How do you determine when you've had enough? Do you run when you are sick?
Be sure to head on over to Marcia's Healthy Slice for Runfessions and spill the beans! I promise you'll feel so much better!