Ohhhh February 3, 2013…

Today I was supposed to run in the 49th Tallahassee Marathon. It would have been my 8th 26.2 mile race and a hopeful PR of under 3:10. The course is super flat and the weather was perfect, high 40’s and sunny. Was I toeing the line at 7:30 this morning? Nope! I was making pancakes for the hubs while he was out doing his long run and starting this blog- super fun! Let’s backtrack a bit…

I’ve been running for 5 or so years now, have quite a few races (of all distances) under my belt. I’ve brought my marathon PR down from a 3:57:19 in the 2008 Marine Corps Marathon to a 3:13:48 in the 2012 Virginia Beach Shamrock Marathon.  I am very very lucky to have a husband who also enjoys running and who understands the time, energy and dedication it takes to improve. I consider Todd my coach and together we have learned a lot about running, making many mistakes along the way. A huge thing I have learned is to listen to your body! A few years ago I decided to ignore a pain in my foot and it turned into plantar fasciitis- no bueno! This leads me to the point of all my rambling…

I had a great training plan in place. I was putting in quality miles and working my butt off to run under 3:10. And I was LOVING it! I love the feeling after an exhausting work out. I love pushing myself and seeing the rewards. Then it happened. One early morning before a hard 22m quality run I banged my left knee on the side of our coffee table. “UGH, that sucks,” were my exact words and then the incident was out of my mind. I killed the work out (obviously, haha) but hobbled a bit at the end. My knee was a little sore, but I thought nothing of it since I just had a hard run. It was still sore during my next two easy runs, so I decided it was best to let it rest. Knowing that the doc would say stay off of it, that’s just what I did. Two weeks later and there was no improvement, so I made an appointment to get X-Rays and then insisted on getting an MRI. Needless to say this took ANOTHER two weeks of my precious training time. This all started a month before today, Feb 3, marathon day. As much as I love running and wanted to PR, I also love walking without pain for the rest of my life and decided pushing through this race just wasn’t worth the risk- but believe me, it took a lot of convincing of my brain to my heart to let this race go- if that even makes sense. So as I sit here reflecting on the physical and emotional ups and downs this past month, (I’m pretty sure I was borderline depressed) I have to say that I am glad I made the decision not to race. Man, that is hard to say. I am also glad I made the decision to start documenting my running “career” and am looking positively into the future.

As a side note… when I first got hurt and complained every second to anyone who would listen, my dad handed me a book called ‘The Running Dream.’ It’s about a running loving girl who thinks her life is over when she loses a leg in a car accident. As corny as it sounds, it really did put things into perspective.

Also, and most importantly, today marks 16 years since the day my mom was in a near fatal car accident. I was going to run the race today and PR for her! She knew this and text me today saying that I don’t need to race to get her a PR, that I am her PR. *Tear* Gosh, I love my parents!

Cheers to my first post… it’s WAY more cool than the Super Bowl 😉