Technically the countdown is less than 2 days because in exactly 44 hours, I will be waking up for the race…
and by this time on Sunday, I should be 3/4 of the way done!
Notice the word “should”.
Now for the record, I am confident that I can run 13.1 miles.
If there were no other factors coming into play.
However, the past couple of weeks, I have had numerous injuries creeping up out of nowhere.
First it was my knee bothering me
(I just pushed through that one and ignored it because it was not a huge bother while I was running…although I did buy arch supports for my running sneakers due to my ridiculously high arches)
then my left calf felt like it had a pull
(my physical therapist/trainer friend worked on that muscle for me, plus I bought a foam roller so I’ve been foam rolling and stretching like crazy!)
and now out of the blue, 2 days before the race,
I have a problem with my right calf.
Just when I get one injury resolved, another challenge presents itself.
My pace has been getting better and better as I’ve trained and I’ve even had some runs where I’ve run between
9 and 10 minute miles
(as opposed to always being 10+).
I’m just feeling really bummed out that I can’t push myself as hard as I want to on race day.
Last night’s run was really great.
Then I hit the point of my run where I had a mile and a half long hill…yup, it is killer.
But it is one of those hills where, when you get to the top, you feel like the strongest person in the world!
Believe it or not, that was the best part of my run!
I felt amazing so I really pushed it and had my fastest pace of the run on that hilly section.
I was super happy and feeling so relaxed about the race since my left calf wasn’t bothering me at all.
As I was nearing the end of my 6 mile run, I began to feel a soreness/pull in my right calf.
What? It is my left calf I am supposed to be worried about. What the heck is happening here?
I stopped for a minute while I was running (which I never like to do) and actually took the time to stretch the muscle before continuing on.
It did not help.
I ran another couple of minutes and then stopped again to stretch.
I was close to 6 miles, so I decided I would jog slowly to finish the 6 and then walk the rest of the way home.
I couldn’t believe I had encountered another injury!
I was super crabby when I got home and feeling really down.
My husband is so incredibly supportive…and he told me how proud of me he was for running so much further than I’d planned
(originally I had set out to only do 3 miles last night, not sure how my left calf would hold up).
He even went and picked up a healthy dinner from Subway for us since I was starving by the time I finished my run:
As we ate, we talked…
and Joe reminded me that I’ve changed my goal since the beginning of the training.
At the start of my training, my goal for May 1st was purely completion.
But for the last couple of weeks, my expectations have increased to where I wanted to finish in under 2 hours and 30 minutes
and I would be really proud of myself if I could finish in under 2 hours and 20 minutes.
However, today, my goal is back to being purely completion.
I’m legitimately scared that I won’t be able to finish because of an injury.
I know I can just walk if that happens, but I will be so disappointed.
My husband also keeps reminding me that it is not really about the race.
The race is just one day…a couple of hours.
The hard part,
the part that I should be proud of,
has been the days and weeks of training…
that have led up to this one day.
I know he is right.
when you have a goal, it is tough to think you might not be able to see it through.
I know I sound defeated…
and I am.
Just gonna hope for the best.