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Running Update # 14: A Belated Turkey Trot Race Report

Honestly, I thought I had written this post last Sunday. With a busy week and me starting to get sick (boo), that really really slipped my mind.

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Anywho, this is about a race that took place a week and a half ago. The Turkey Trot, of course!

Every Thanksgiving morning, there is a race in downtown Cleveland, like in a lot of cities. I love the concept of Turkey Trots, that says that Thanksgiving isn’t all about gorging on food-you can still be healthy and enjoy Thanksgiving and spend time with your family by doing so! My dad has run loads of Turkey Trots and tried every year to get me to run. I was never a runner though and saw that sleeping in on Thanksgiving morning was much more important than running a race. Last year, however, I was starting to race in New York and jumped on the chance when my dad sent that perennial email asking if I wanted to run the Trot. That race, however, was not a fun one. The course is right along Lake Erie downtown, which is completely open and vulnerable to the elements. Last year is was snowing/freezing rain/sleeting/windy/cold and everything else that is like that. It. was. so. miserable. My dad was recounting that race when we were lining up this year, and how he kept telling himself after every mile that that was one mile he didn’t have to do anymore. My time on that race was 42 min (it’s a 5-miler), pretty fast cause all I wanted to do was finish the damn thing. My dad and sister and I had fun together though, even though it was pretty miserable.

Fast forward to this year. Lots has happened since the last Turkey Trot. I’ve had two running injuries, broke my toe and became addicted to racing. So, Wednesday night, the night before Thanksgiving, I went to bed way too excited to get up the next morning and race. I woke up the next morning on my own, not needing a nudge from my dad or Dalton to jump on my bed, because I was so fricking exited. And…the sun was shining! The SUN!! No rain, no snow, no sleet, no wind. Amazing. One of our team decided to stay in bed (Maggie-I think last year’s miserable conditions convinced her that bed would be more fun) but dad and I were 100% in. A quick nosh on a Z-bar (mmmmmmmmmmm) and we were off! Well, off in the car. In places that aren’t New York you have to drive to races sometimes. Imagine that! My mom joined us too to be our cheerleading squad. It was nice to have someone watching unlike last year (but rightly so). My dad and I camped out for a bit at the convention center waiting for the race to start along with, it sure seemed like, half of Cleveland. And, as always, we ran into people my dad knows but I don’t. Smile and nod Betsy, smile and nod. Pretty soon it was almost 9:30 which meant it was almost the start of the race!

9:30…and they’re off! A run along Lake Erie in Cleveland with beautiful sunshine…there’s nothing like it. Ok-I’m going to give guesses for how I felt mile upon mile, especially in terms of hills and such. Mile 1-I split from my dad pretty fast (sorry dad!) to get up in front away from the walkers and slow people. Lots of running on the curb and sidewalks to get past slowpokes. I felt like I was running my normal speed-between 8:15 and 8:30. However, when I got to my first mile marker, my watch said 8:05. Wh-aaat?!? Um that’s fast. Way fast for me. I wasn’t sure if I should slow down cause I still had 4 miles to go. I decided to just keep going at that pace. I think the second mile had lots of downhills and flat stretches, cause my watch said it was 7:30 for Mile 2. !?!?!?!? I have only ever run that fast on the treadmill when I’m doing tempos. Whoa. I was running a speedy race…maybe a little too speedy for me. I didn’t want to die in the last mile or 2 cause I was running too fast. The course was so different than my typical Central Park race that I was running loads faster. Well, I decided to just keep going with it and enjoy it and if I got tired at the end I’d just slow down a little. Mile 3 was flat as well, running right along the lake and the smaller Cleveland airport reserved for rich people. I.E. people with private jets and such. Rich people. There was still a nice crowd and I’d get stuck behind people sometime but that didn’t bother me. I was expecting there to be less people because last year at this point, the race had emptied a bit and there was lots of space. Now that I look back on it, though, I realize its because the weather was so crappy last year that fewer people ran. Duh. Mile 3-7:56. Still under 8 min! Nice! I don’t remember the 4th mile. So ha. Mile 4-8:07. I do, on the other hand, remember mile 5. It went down around the Browns Football stadium, by the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame & Museum and back up into the city from the lakefront. That back up…that’s a bad hill. It’s only half a mile or so from the finish so I had pretty much put everything I had into the previous 4.5 miles and was not feeling a big hill. And it just kept on going. The funny thing though it’s nothing like the Harlem Hills in Central Park, but for some reason it’s so bad. So bad that I honestly though I was going to throw up halfway through. I just had to keep looking down, not straight ahead as to not see how much further I had to go. But, the beautiful weather and the energy of being in a race pulled me up. And all of a sudden, I was in the final stretch! I was looking out for my Mom-she had my camera to take a pic of me but we never found each other cause she was looking for my pink hat but I took it off before I even started. That’s okay though…Mile 5-8:12. That darn hill slowed me down a lot but I still finished in….39:52!!! Look at that beauty…

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That’s a sub 8-min pace peps!!!!! I was in SHOCK…at the time, I was pretty sure that they measured the course wrong cause that’s one insanely fast pace for me. And I still felt pretty good-once I got over that bit of nausea from that final hill. Overall, it was a fantastic race on a beautiful day and something fun to do with my dad. He finished not long after me at 45:something-better than last year! He has had surgery on his ACL so that’s phenomenal for him. In his heyday, he was quite the marathoner and qualified for Boston-my ultimate goal. I’m so glad that now I have this hobby that I share with him, and Thanksgiving was (and is) the perfect time to share that with him.

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We got back home with plenty of time to make Thanksgiving dinner…and I barely had a second to eat my oatmeal before my mom got me to work with OUR shared hobby…cooking of course.

Here are some pics of the race my mom took. Can you see me? Probably not, cause neither can I.

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame:
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Browns’ Stadium
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People running
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Running Update #13: Take a Run With Betsy!

Man-sorry that sounded so cheesy.

When I was getting ready for my early morning run yesterday (Saturday), I thought “wouldn’t it be fun if I took a camera with me and shared my run with you all?” Well, I think it’s fun…not sure if you will too.

This is a typical East Side run, about 7 miles or so.

I knew it was insanely cold out so I was dressed to the 9’s….running style!

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A fleece vest, my fav Lululemon jacket, a long-sleeved dri-tech shirt underneath, the BEST Nike running tights, gloves, my awesome underarmor hat and the ever-reliable Saucony Omni’s.

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I was set to go and psyched. Yeah-I know my braid is sticking out the side. It’s hard to put hair in a hat.

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But once I got outside…holy crap, it was freezing. In the low 20s. I crossed my fingers that I would warm up fast.

FYI…from here on, all pics are taken in motion, so they might be a little blurry. My apologies.

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I set out along Avenue B on a little walking warm-up, what I always do. That didn’t help. It made me colder. Man, it was cold.

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But, then I got to Houston St and started moving! Yes! I headed east for about 5 minutes.

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Till I cross over the FDR and hit the East River! This is when, in my head, my real run starts. That’s Brooklyn across the river there.

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There’s a path, not pavement, kinda packed dirt, that runs sort of along the river, but more so along the FDR. Who doesn’t love running along a highway. Yeah…I just try to look to the left, to the pretty trees, the sports fields and the Williamsburg bridge up ahead.

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After about 10 minutes I hit the tiniest little area with grass that has a little dirt path that has been tread on by hundreds of runners. For some reason, I always look forward to it. However, it only lasts about 10 seconds. It’s really short. To the left there is some warehouses or something. It’s an interesting scene in East River “Park”.

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At the end of the little path with the Manhattan Bridge ahead (it was one spectacular day). To the right is the FDR which is now a raised that I’m about to go under…

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Under the FDR!

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Ahhh…that’s better! Still under the FDR but it’s completely open on the left so it’s much prettier. There’s always tons of older asian men and women doing exercises and calisthenics…they’re so cute! I don’t think they’d like me taking pictures…so I didn’t. That’s the Manhattan Bridge in the foreground and the Brooklyn Bridge in the background. I was still feeling good-not cold anymore but man oh man was my nose running.

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I got closer to the Brooklyn Bridge, which I run across on this route when I want to add some extra mileage. It adds about 2 miles. Awesome.

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This was interesting turning to the side and taking picture, but it was too beautiful not to capture. Brooklyn Bridge again with Brooklyn outlined in the light. Hi Ari! Nice pic Bets!

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Ahhhh!!!! When I get past the bridges, there’s this super scary…thing. I have no idea what to call it but it freaks me out everytime. It’s dark and empty and cold. Good think it’s like the path…10 seconds and I’m done.

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And then I hit the seaport with the big ‘ol ship! Hi big ‘ol ship!

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A little running. A little running…Then there’s this weird grate thing that is right over the water that always makes me feel like I’m at Seaworld. Dolphins? Shamu? None today. Boo.

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Following that is a nice open stretch right along the water today. The wind was roaring here yesterday which made it quite difficult (and cold!) to run.

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Look! In the distance that’s the Verrazano-Narrows which goes from Staten Island to Brooklyn (this is really zoomed in) that starts the New York Marathon! One day…one day.

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Then I hit the bottom tip of Manhattan…there’s the ferry to Governor’s Island to the left and the ferry to Staten Island ahead.

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Staten Island Ferry up close!

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It’s turn-around time! I ran to Battery Park which is right at the bottom of the island looking up at Lower Manhattan, and where every tourist in Manhattan congregates to go to the Statue of Liberty. Thankfully I was there early (maybe 8am) so it was empty.

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It’s me halfway! Sorry I’m squinting…it was insanely sunny. That pointy thing to the left of me is the Statue of Liberty. I was feeling pretty good halfway. Taking pictures was totally distracting me so I barely noticed I was running. Let’s go back!

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Governor’s Island ferry to the right.

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This is a heli-port that was one crazy busy when I was running by it with all these photographers around. There was someone famous landing but I didn’t get to see who it was. In my mind, it was J.Lo and Marc Anthony. I feel like they would be the kind of self-absorbed famous people that need to fly around in helicopters. It still would have been super cool to see them. Or whoever it was.

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It’s the seaport again! Hi big ‘ol boat! (Hi Betsy!)

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Back under the FDR again in Chinatown. I was starting to feel it here. Gettin’ tired. A little wheezy from the cold. Keep on trucking, keep on trucking.

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The path is up ahead! I’m getting closer!

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Then I noticed the fence along the FDR had animals on it. Like this crab. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t eat a crab fished out of the East River. Wait-I would never eat a crab. Never mind.

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Pretty with the Williamsburg Bridge ahead and fields to the right. I saw lots of kids playing Pee Wee (is that right? I grew up around Hockey and that’s what it’s called in Hockey) Football and Soccer. I felt bad for them in that cold. I felt even worse for their parents…they were just standing there. It was freezing.

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Flat, weird packed dirt stretch!

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Mid-run pic! Eek. I’ve looked better. I apologize. But I was running!

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My 6th street cross-over up ahead! I’m almost done!

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Up the bridge. Get out of the way walker who is walking in the middle!

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Down the bridge.

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A final run along 6th street…

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A dog driving a truck…

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And I’m done! My final cool down.

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And there you have it! A great 7-miler in the cold to start the day. Thumbs up! Up next…TURKEY TROT!!

Running Update #12: Running Updates Again!

(For those of you who are new to my blog, I used to write Running Updates every week when I was training for a half marathon early this year. I stopped when I got injured but started training for a marathon soon after. I didn’t continue with the updates because I didn’t want to jinx it. That ended with a broken toe and I decided screw it…I just want to talk about running baby!)

Oh yeah. I’m wearing real shoes on both feet and running again bi-atches!!

First of all…oh man I missed running. I love it so much-it felt so goddamn good to get back out there again.

So technically I haven’t run since August because one thing I didn’t share was I got slightly injured while marathon training with IT Band problems. Booooo. I was getting ready to get back into training again when the toe brewhaha happened so it’s been almost three months since a true run! I couldn’t run until I was ready to put a true shoe on my right foot. This is what I have been wearing.
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Nice combo, huh!? The break was pretty much healed but it was still incredibly tender on top with no nail and from the cut. Ewww. Also, it was still quite swollen and anything but my ugly surgical boot or flipflops felt tight. If there are enough requests I’ll post a pic of what my toe looks like now. About 3 weeks ago, I was toying with the idea of putting a real shoe on but was nervous so I put if off. Then, on Marathon Sunday, as mentioned earlier, it was so cold and windy. I didn’t want to expose my poor foot to the elements so I sucked it up and slipped on my loosest Chuck’s. It was a little tight but totally livable. Awesome! So, now that I could wear a shoe, it was time to start thinking about running. And it happened sooner that I ever thought.

On the morning of the election, I needed to go to the gym early if I was going to be able to park my butt on the couch all night watching returns. So, when I left my apartment at 4:45 in the morning (sacrifices people) I was planning on recumbant biking-it. When I got to the gym at 4:51 in the morning all of a sudden I was hit with the desire to try out the treadmill. Must have been election day excitement. So I hopped on the treadmill, telling myself that I would get off immediately if my toe hurt, and got going. 35 minutes or so later, I ran my first 4 miles since August. And it was awesome. I honestly think there is no workout like a good run. I always feel like I get so much out of a run versus the same amount of time on an elliptical machine. It felt good…sooo good.

A week and a half later, I’ve run 5 more times, including a fantastic 7-miler yesterday morning and my first race this morning since March. MARCH!!!! It was the Race to Deliver 4-miler. I didn’t really know what to expect considering I hadn’t raced for so long. But I was excited…man I love racing.

It was a crazy windy morning and I lined up early with my group to try to hide from the viscous winds by surrounding myself with tall people in a corral. Not that hard considering my height. I wasn’t sure how I was going to approach this race…normally I just run races to run them…I treat them like just another run, nothing special. But, as I was waiting for the start, I thought that maybe I would really race. Like push myself race. And from the second I crossed the start line, I felt it in me and just went off. The first mile was pretty good although it was hilly so it wasn’t my best time. Cat Hill is the biggest hill in this loop and is in that first mile, so I wasn’t expecting a stellar time. However, I enjoy running hills so pushed myself and ran about a 8:30 mile. Not bad for a hilly mile! (FYI-my pace in the past has been a consistent 8:30-9:00 min/mile for 4 mile races). Then the second mile started and I knew I could really get a good time. It’s a mostly fast mile going up north along the 5th ave side of the park. I really pushed myself, helped greatly by a girl who was running by me also running fast-I was trying desperately to beat her. We were neck and neck the entire time…thanks blond girl in the shorts and Norwegian Run shirt! That second mile I hat a sub-8 min/mile time! Maybe around 7:55. Nice! Not gonna lie though, I was getting tired. Mile 3 is hilly (west side hills) but I didn’t want that girl to beat me! So I just kept pushing and pushing, racing down the downhills and doing short, strong strides up the uphill. It was hard but fun passing all those people. The last mile was pretty flat again so I just pushed it. I knew I only had 1 mile left so I had no reason to hold back. And push it I did. I was actually incredibly nauseous by the very end because I’m not used to pushing myself so much. But it was worth it-I ended with anther sub-8 minute mile! What a thrill! My time was 33 minutes-by far my fastest yet. Oh-but that girl beat me…not by much though. I ended up next to her when I was getting my timing chip cut off my shoe and I thanked her for pushing me. She told me I did the same to her! Hahaha-I LOVE racing.

It was a perfect reintroduction into racing and made me love it all over again. Up next-Turkey Trot!! A great 5-miler with my Dad and sister on Thanksgiving morning next week in Downtown Cleveland. Last year it was this nasty freezing rain snow weird mix with intense winds off the lake…lets hope for better rain this time around. It will give me an excuse to have no reservations of eating buckets of stuffing that afternoon. Stuffing…

(totally off-topic, but for any New Yorkers, I ended up at the New Museum on my way home from the race this morning to see the Elizabeth Peyton exhibit. Amazing. So amazing. Please see it. You won’t regret it)

Ciao Bellas!

Sometimes I Just Want to Blog

Still no real blogging. I’m doing this on my lunch break at work.

I still haven’t connected my camera to my “new” computer, so that’s one thing that’s stalling me. The other is that I’ve been getting little to no wireless connection at the apartment I’m staying at. If I get it, it lasts for about 2 minutes then cuts and I can’t get it back up for the rest of the night. But, I’m back in my apartment next Monday (geez, that’s still a long time from now) so hopefully I can get things rolling then.

But, I just want to blog!! I have lots of pictures stored and good recipes and stuff to post. So, I’m going to do a super-short running update:

I’m training for a marathon. It’s true! The Marine Corps Marathon in D.C., the final weekend of October, to be exact. I actually made the decision to do this back in early March but decided to hold off the annoucement. Until today that is. I’ve been holding off cause I’m sooo superstitous and don’t want to jinx everything. It actually took a lot of guts to write this much in the first place! My sister can account to this. Everytime we talk and she asks me how training is, I start talking about it then cut myself off after about 5 seconds screaming “I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to jinx it!!!!”. I have to say though, it’s going well. And that’s all I’m going to say about it for now. Cause I don’t want another fiasco like with the half. And I’m wearing quite the knee brace to prove it.

But, I don’t want to talk about it!!! I don’t want to jinx it!!!

Until then, wish me luck.

Running Update #11: Back On My Feet

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Why am I posting such an unflattering shot of me on the internet? Cause I took if after running for the first time since my injury this past Saturday!! I mean, if that the face of a happy runner after a (pretty) good 10 miler or what?!

Finally. Although I only haven’t been running for 3 weeks, it seriously seems like an eternity. I seriously can’t imagine being injured for much longer-I have been feeling so ancy and determined to lace up my running shoes. The elliptical just doesn’t cut it. AT ALL. It’s funny that some people can go forever on the elliptical and get bored after 5 while running, when I am completely the opposite. Anyway, after suffering through three miserable weeks of ellipticalling and pain, I got back out.

I have to say, though, I was so incredibly nervous to run again. I was so scared of re-injuring myself or getting back into running too soon causing more problems. Would my knee basically give out after 5 minutes leaving me even more defeated? Ugh-I couldn’t stop thinking about it. But I just wanted to get out there! And so I did.

How was it? I wish I could say it was the best run I’ve ever had. That I basically hit nirvana when I started running because it felt to great to get back into it. Yeah-no. I mean, it wasn’t a bad run, but I could definitely tell I hadn’t run in three weeks. Ellipticalling and biking does not make up for the workout running gives me-it was hard. I had a really hard time getting into a good rhythm and couldn’t get a good pace. I tend to be really good keeping at my pace when I run my long runs (9 min/mile) but I think I lost my touch this past Saturday (well, hopefully just temporarily) but I started out waaaay too fast and ended up at the end of mile 4 only 30 minutes in. That’s 7 1/2 minute miles! Whoa-too fast. When I run long runs, I need to keep a slow pace in order to maintain enough energy to finish. Duh! So, I messed up this time. I mean, I slowed down significantly but was still exhausted by about 3/4 of the way through because of my initial speediness. And my legs just felt a little awkward. Not really sure what happened there-just out of practice for a bit. I’m sure I’ll feel right at home soon.

Any my knee? It hurt a little-more of a subtle pain, like a nagging injury (which this is), NOTHING like it was before. Not even close to how it was when it started hurting a few weeks back. But, I put so much of my energy towards thinking about and focusing on my knee, determined to stop the second it hurt a little too much, that it exhausted it me a weird way. I couldn’t enjoy myself as much because I was thinking about it too much-I barely paid attention to my surroundings, my music or my enjoyment. However, I think it was necessary: better to have a less than stellar run than end a worse injury because I wasn’t paying attention. It didn’t get worse than how it started while running but I did feel a bit stiff in the end. Nothing to be concerned about and not even close to how it was before. Not even comparable.

I’m focusing too much on the negative here-I’m not a negative person in the slightest and don’t view running like that at all. It still was a good run! I was so excited and happy to be running again that I couldn’t not end my run in a good and uber-excited mood. I did a pretty solid 10 miles on a beautiful day and that’s all I could ask for. It doesn’t matter to me that the run wasn’t great, I’m back on my feet and out the door again. As I’ve mentioned probably millions of times before, running is probably my favorite thing and brings me so much pleasure and accomplishment to my life that no matter how bad a run is, it’s a always a good thing.

And next? I think for the next three or so weeks I’m going to continue running only once a week to prevent injury and promote healing and after that….oh, I’ve got big running plans. Really big running plans. Stay tuned…

Running Update #10: Why I didn’t run the half marathon…

Talk about a last minute decision.

All week I had this weird feeling that I was going to run the race. I’m not religious but I totally believe in signs and I kept getting lots of weird ones that told me I would run. Also, my knee was getting so much better all last week. Working out didn’t hurt, going up and down stairs didn’t hurt, I could bend it all the way without pain. Things were looking up. I was sure I was going to run. But, it still hurt when I run. Ugh.

Throughout the week, every evening after I would work out at the gym (no running of course), I would come home, throw my bag inside and go jogging up and down my block for about 5 minutes. I got some weird stares. The first time, it still hurt a ton. Every step (well, on my left foot) delivered pretty intense pain. The second time, a little less. The third time (Wednesday), much less. And by Thursday, it barely hurt. And I was elated. Seriously on cloud 9. I was 99% positive that I was going to run the half. I went to bed with a huge smile on my face. I was going to run!!

The next day (last Friday), I made a plan. Per my plan, I would see how I was feeling all day, do another little jog at night and make my final decision then. On the way to work, I ran into a colleague/friend from my job on the train and we chatted about it and I told him how close to sure I was that I was going to run. He knew the situation and is a runner so really gets it. But, he expressed concern. He knew how much pain I had been in and was scared that I would reinjure myself fast and worse and thus be out for 2 months instead of 2 weeks. And this put doubt in my mind. But, this was doubt I needed. My feeling earlier that I was definitely going to run was unrealistic and slightly naive. I was looking at the half as something I needed to do and would go through anything to finish no matter how much pain I was in. He basically brought me into reality and opened my eyes to the whole situation. When I left him, he made me promise to “listen to my body” before I made any decision. And, I order to prevent future injury, I knew that’s what I had to do.

On my way home from work I picked up my race packet from New York Road Runners, because I still hadn’t made my decision and was surrounded by runners. Being there made me so excited and hoping so badly that I would be able to race. There is always such a fun energy there that pumps me up for any race (even though it’s just corrals of people getting pushed from room to room by old women with attitudes giving you your bib, safety pins and t-shirt-I still love it). On my subway ride home I was so excited to lace up my Saucony’s and hit the streets to make my final decision.

All day long, I would go back and forth between racing and not racing. Weighing out the pros and cons, going back and forth. But it was a short little jog that screamed out the answer. As I was running up and down 5th street, my knee hurt just enough (seriously, such a small amount) that I knew I couldn’t race. If it was hurting a little at the beginning, I’m sure it would escalate fast and I probably wouldn’t be able to finish. Also, the first 3 miles of the Brooklyn Half are on the boardwalk on Coney Island with is an incredibly uneven surface which would exacerbate my knee and probably lead to a very painful race. And I didn’t want to finish the race and be out of commission for 3 months because I gave myself a much more serious injury. So, I finished my jog and told myself “no way”. No race for me tomorrow. And the funny thing is, I was fine with my decision, because I had listened to my body and my body told me no. I essentially had no choice so I didn’t go back and forth and waver on my decision. And I was fine…at least for a bit.

It wasn’t until I posted on my blog my decision (which was literally 30 minutes after I made up my mind) that it hit me. And I broke down. Bad. Because I hadn’t told anyone besides myself my decision before, I was fine. But, when I announced it to the world, it was real. And it hurt. The disappointment was overwhelming and upsetting. I felt like I had failed and basically wasted all my hard work over the past 4 months. This was such a huge goal that I had worked towards and I wasn’t able to fulfill it. In other words, Friday night sucked.

And Saturday sucked too. Lots more tears and depression and disapointment. At 6:30 I woke up and realized I should be leaving for the race now. At 9 the race should be started. At 11, I should be done. But I was still in bed. All I wanted to do was have the day be over. May 3rd was such a big day for me, marked all over all my calendars with red pen and stars, I just needed it to be May 4th. I just couldn’t get back the fact that I didn’t race. But, even though I knew I had made the right decision, I couldn’t get past that fact.

However, yesterday (Sunday), I woke up, opened my eyes to why I had decided not to run and felt fine. Even happy! I knew just getting over Saturday was going to help. And it did. And now I feel fine. I don’t regret not running because I know I saved my knee-especially because I have lots more running goals coming up in the next 6 or 7 months (more on that later). As I said to my friend who is having relationship problems, it doesn’t help anyone to wallow in the pain. You just have to pick yourself up and move on. And that’s what I did…on to the next goal!

I’m hoping to run on Saturday. I’m thinking I’ll probably be fully healed by then and ready to get moving again. Cause man, do I miss running.

The Final Decision…

it’s a no go. and i’m “okay” with my decision. more or less. maybe more less than more. ok-i’m upset, but i know it’s basically the only decision.

more on sunday.