When I first started falling in love with marathons, I signed up for Grandmas Marathon and never really gave it a second thought because it was like, duh, I will be running so it’s not a question of whether I’ll do it.
Sometime along the way, I started a new job and running went on the back burner as I worked a ton of hours to get adjusted to my new responsibilities and suddenly I was two months out from a marathon I hadn’t trained for and made the decision not to run it.
And now, I’m sitting here, 32 days out from the Houston Marathon wondering if I’m going to have to do the same thing.
Granted, I have 9x more marathons under my belt since the time with Grandmas Marathon (which is still on my bucket list in a big way), including one that I just ran in October.
But in the past few weeks, to be honest… running has not been my priority. If you follow me on Instagram, you’ve probably noticed that the #runfies have been few and far between. I went from waking up early to run 5, 8, 12 miles before work to not having the energy to get out of bed before 7 a.m.
My life has kinda fallen apart in the past few weeks and as I work to put it back together, I know that running is there and will be there. It’s kinda like that friend that you have that you know that even if you don’t talk for a few weeks, months or even a year, you can pick up the phone again and pick up right where you left off (well, after catching up on what you missed of course!).
So, what does that mean for that marathon in 32 days?
I don’t know. I really don’t.
I think back to how much it hurt to have to DNS this same race for being injured two years ago. And how much I love this marathon.
I also think about how bad that I want that sub-3:30 and know that going out to run a marathon in the shape I’m in now probably wouldn’t be the smartest thing. Not for my body, my mind or for that ultimate goal.
Like a lot of things in life right now, I’m not making a decision just yet. I have some time to think about it and see where the roads take me in the next week or so. The optimist tells me that I might wake up this weekend and have an epic 18 miler in me, no?
I’m a firm believer that running should be a stress reliever in your life, not a stress causer. So I’m not stressing about it. It is what it is, and when it feels right, running will be there like that old friend. And there will be another race, another marathon.
Have you ever had to DNS a race? Why?
What’s your favorite outlet when things in life get hard?
If you were me —> would you run or not run Houston?
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