When I saw this photo I knew it would come in handy one day. Every runner has an off day. via Flickr CC Alain Limoges
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.
Oh, Blake. I am so sorry. You will get your marathon, I know it. You are strong and talented. It will come. And I love the airport story - I bet he never does that again!!
Having been through trials of my own, I appreciate the honesty. Isn’t it great to care so much and know how tough you are? And what a great example for your kid(s). Go get em.
Those NYCM conditions were ridiculous! Back in the early 90s, as we prepped for Boston, Sev told me, “If it’s over 60 degrees at the start (high noon back then), walk away.” Officials ,with sunscreen, came into the holding area church, informing us that it was 72 degrees outside. I shoulda obeyed Sev, for I was overlooked toast by mile 16. All this said, to emphasize that conditions are über-critical in the Full Mary. Don’t get down on yourself. That wind was blowing water cups off of feed tables!
Great article and life lesson!!! Dad
Blake, I know your pain of disappointment. I trained all spring and summer to conquer an Ultra-marathon (31 miles), running from Pilot Mountain State Park to Hanging Rock State Park. After arriving at the starting line 20 minutes late I had to go it alone on the trail. I was keeping my expected pace and loving the scenery and then after mile 23 tragedy struck, twice. I got lost, twice, turning my 31 miles into 43 miles and my 8 hour finish time to 13 hours. I was absolutely heart broken. My ego has been slightly bruised ever since. I, too, however will redeem myself. if not with that race, there will certainly be another one. I am going to let that disappointment drive me until I have finished an ultra trail run in a decent amount of time and with out getting lost. I am sorry you couldn’t finish the marathon, but there will be others, and with your determination I bet you place!
Bobbi! Thanks so much for your comments. That is the great things about runners…we never give up. Keep at it and no more wrong turns!!!
The good ones are so much fun