What are the odds that a man sits down next to you in the LA airport, turns and looks you dead in the eye and says, “Are you happy with your life?” Well, wanna know what reaction that question elicits after you just drop out of a marathon you have been looking forward to for a year? I will tell you. You burst out crying, can’t stop and make the guy asking the question feel like complete shit and go rushing off to find some tissues. Bet he doesn’t do that again!
Well, in reality running is not my life anymore, but it certainly is a passion, so when things go wrong it hurts just as bad. Wether you are an elite runner or a regular person, failing to reach your goal sucks. I have been away from the marathon for a long time, and Sunday seemed to be good old fashion stupidity with dehydration and severe hamstring cramping in both legs. Who knows? I am still looking for a few answers, but what I do know is that until I run one more solid effort in the marathon, I will not be happy with myself. I know I am fit and there are plenty of more good races to be had. I am as stubborn as they come, my Coach and husband will attest to that, so I have decided the marathon will not get the best of me.