Look at that beautiful medal. I love it so much and the fact that I am likely not going to be getting it on Sunday is kind of breaking my heart.
In a fit of pique, I had a little bit of a moment on Facebook. I am not humblebragging, fishing for compliments, or looking for people to tell me that I can totally do it. The simple fact of the matter is that at my current pace, I will be on target to finish in about 6 hours and 15-20 minutes. That’s well outside the 6 hour time limit, which means that beautiful medal won’t be going home with me. You can tell me to think positively all you like, but you can’t change facts.
After my hip injury this fall, I had to take a lot of time off from training and with my new job and schedule I’ve had to change my whole workout time around. I’m still getting used to things and after an hour commute home I’m a little fried. All of this added up to leave me at a pace I’m kind of embarrassed about. I’ve never been the fastest runner but this is a new low for me. I’ve accepted it, though, and know what I have to do to improve.
Unfortunately I won’t be able to improve in the next two days. I have hope that I’ll be able to finish in time to finish the Cowtown Marathon in February, but as for Sunday it’s not happening. As a result, I’ve gotten a little depressed. Every race week email I get makes me a little sadder. Everyone is so excited and ready to run their best and earn their medal, and I have to try to accept that no matter how hard I try I just won’t make it. It would be super easy to bow out and blame it on the car accident I was in on Tuesday, but I’m trying to use it as a learning experience. It still hurts a little though.
Tomorrow I start the drive to Houston. I’m going to be so happy to see my friends but I’m also preparing myself for disappointment. The best I can hope for is not to be carted off the course in the bus. See y’all on the flip side.
Two, nearly three, years ago I decided to start running again. When I was running in 2014, I never ran more than 3.5 miles. I had no desire to do anything longer. Then Charlotte and Richard, two of my best friends and the ones who can talk me into just about anything, invited me to come down to Houston to do the Houston Half 10K. There were months and months until the 10K so I was certain I could do it. I blew through the training plan in a month or two, and I started to wonder – could I run a half marathon?
The Houston Half will always have a place in my heart because 8 months after I started running, I finished my first half marathon along with Charlotte and Richard. Since then I’ve done upwards of 10 half marathons, and three of them have been the Houston Half in 2016, 2017, and 2018. Last Sunday to be exact.
Charlotte was still recovering from the Loony Challenge so she opted not to run this year, but Richard and I love traditions. We chatted on the plane about running (see yesterday’s terrifying post), and how neither of us were going to do well. He was recovering from the Loony Ultra Challenge and not only was I sick, but I’ve had this awful lingering hip pain since I overdid it on the release day for The Search for Sam so neither of us had run in at least 2 weeks. We went in with the goal of finishing.
Friends, it was bad. I made it about 7 miles before the pain was too much. I walked a large portion of the race, ran as much as I could, then was miserable in the sun for the last few miles. It was a new personal worst for both of us but we finished, ate our tacos Deadpool-style, and went for Mediterranean.
I’m terrified of what’s going to happen to me in January. I have 12 weeks to heal and train, and I’m doing stretches and anti-inflammatories. We’ll see how it goes.
Good job, Rebecca. Good job.
Last week I went running on Tuesday, like I do. I ran five miles on one of my favorite routes, then checked my preorder status. I’d been refreshing like mad because I was so close to a milestone…literally ten times the number of copies I sold of any of my books before! I needed to get out of the obsessive headspace I was in so I went out on the trail. I finished my five planned miles, then checked in on my preorders.
When I saw that I’d blown past my milestone, I got so excited that I did a celebratory extra five miles. And promptly pulled what Dr. Google has informed me is my hip flexor. I took it easy for the rest of the week and over the weekend with a few breaks to walk dogs, which actually made me feel better. Even the dog who tried to drag me across the concrete and caused a leash injury to my finger didn’t make it hurt so I thought I’d be cool to run on Sunday.
I made it 2.5 miles before I had to tap out and I was kind of disappointed in myself. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it did on Tuesday but I could feel it getting annoyed with me so I stopped. Then I walked some dogs and it felt better. I don’t know what’s up but I’ve been looking up hip flexor exercises and I’m going to try laser therapy at work this week. I’ve also got two rolls of KT tape that I can pull out but I have got to put a bandaid on this thing because there’s less than 2 months til the Skyline Challenge, then another 2 months before the marathon.
I have a feeling that I’ll be walking the Cowtown Half in 2019.