This morning I had a nice little hissy fit. I’m not proud of the fact that I stomped my feet and acted like a gigantic baby, but it’s reality. I’ve been training for the Dallas White Rock Half Marathon for 4 months now. I really wanted to improve my time from my last half in which I was happy I finished, but I didn’t feel strong. The race is this Sunday. I will get up that morning, pin on my number, lace up my shoes, and line up at the starting line. I will start the race and I will run it. However, it won’t be the race I was hoping it would be.
For the last month and half I have been dealing with, what I suspect to be, Piriformis Syndrome. It is quite literally a pain in the rear. It isn’t debilitating…I can run….I am not in significant pain. The problem is while it doesn’t hurt me in day-to-day life, it is becoming a bigger problem on my runs and it is starting around mile 2-3 instead of mile 9-10 as it was before. Combine all of this with the fact that the last three weeks have been like the plague around here. We have all been sick in some shape or form and that translates into Mom not getting all her runs in.
So I am walking into this race unprepared and “injured”. The good news is that now that I have had my hissy fit I can move on. This Sunday I am DETERMINED to have fun. So what if it takes me longer than I hoped to finish the race? So what if I don’t even finish? I get to go do something I love to do. I get to watch my husband run another marathon and kick some major butt. I get to see my best running friend, Marya, finish her first half and see my friend, Nicole finish another one. I also will hopefully get to stick around and see my friend, Sonia, finish her first ever FULL marathon.
It could be worse. I could be in a position of a real injury that caused me not to be able to run. I am preparing for disappointment on Sunday, but I won’t let it stop me from having a good time. I’ve worked too hard for that!
After this weekend I will be contacting a chiropractor and starting my training back up for the Little Rock Half in March. And then…I will kill it.