I can do hard things. Really hard things.
Let's face it. Running and life is hard. But, the hard is what makes it great!
This week I didn't focus on running. To be honest, I have been pretty damn scared that all of my hard training would be in the toilet because of my stupid shin. I've touched my shin five-thousand times in the last two weeks. 'Is it hurt?' 'Am I sore?' 'Stress reaction?' ' Shin splint?' The uncertainty consumed me.
I drove myself mad. I ran very few miles to continue nursing my "maybe-I'm-hurt" leg. This new found madness forced me to focus on other areas of my fitness. I am still attending my weekly kick-boxing class where I once again thought that calf raises were a good thing. LOL - My goodness, I was sore! I have also been focusing at home on core strength and have been working on my plank skills and pushups. It's a whole new kind of sore.
Amidst all the chaos that is life and marathon training, I have learned an invaluable lesson. It takes an army.
Running and training for a marathon is not a one-man job. Of course, I am in control of my success. I am the one actually running the race. I am the one with the 4:45 am wake-up calls on a Saturday morning. I am the one with the sore muscles. I am the one who cries tears of joy after accomplishing such a feat. I cross the finish line.
But, we've all heard that there is no "I" in team. There is no "I" in army. I would never accomplish completing a marathon without the ones around me.
My most important army is my husband and my kids. I do try to do most of my training runs early in the morning before work and before my family is out of bed for the day. Unfortunately, that can't happen for my long runs. Long runs are time consuming! A three-hour run, then turns into an ice bath, followed by a shower and a huge breakfast to restore depleted calories. Those Saturday long runs are entire morning commitments.
I run knowing that my family is fine and my husband has it under control. Sometimes, my mother and father-in-law help too. It really does take an army.
And, then there's YOU! My internet army. My friends in our little corner of the internet. Some I've met, some I can't wait to meet. I couldn't do this training without YOU! I value all of the advice. I love the compassion, the camaraderie, the joy, the tears. All of it. If it weren't for my running and blogging friends near and far, I simply couldn't do it. So, thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you!
Saturday, I had an important 20 mile training run on the plan. I didn't want to skip it due to my nagging shin. But, I also wanted to be smart as well. Grandma's Marathon is only 7 weeks away. My training is ramping up in mileage. I knew that I would be disappointed if I didn't at least try to run the miles. My shin was feeling good after 5 days rest, so I went for it.
My plan was to take it easy, see how it felt after a few miles, and go from there. I only ran Monday this week and the run was fantastic with great tempo splits. 5 days off did me good.
I finished my 20 miles in 3:08:18. 9:25 per mile. The first 16 miles were at marathon pace 9:09, which made me very happy. I really struggled to complete the last 4 miles though. My body was cramping from my hips to my knees. I had strange cramping on the inside of my quads even. My running partner told me that she only saw me eat once during the 10 miles she ran with me. She literally willed me to keep going and pointed out that if I could continue, I should. She knew that I would be so disappointed in myself if I didn't get to 20.
She was right. I didn't eat enough the 2nd half of my run. Fueling is a weakness. I need to work on it. It takes an army. If it weren't for Heather and her encouragement, I would have stopped at 17 miles and walked home. After the run she texted me this,
"Holy shit. You're hard core. I KNEW you would've been so upset with yourself if you hadn't hit 20. I was prepared to drag you by the pony tail if I had to. In a completely loving way, or course. "
I texted right back.
"THANK YOU!!! Seriously, I love you!"
You see, we can do hard things. It sometimes take an army. We can make our minds and our bodies do crazy things if we work hard. Surround yourself with family and friends who "get" you and the sky is the limit.
I am happy to report, other than the fact that I'm walking like a 100 year old grandma and I'm sore in the most crazy places, I have no shin pain. WAHOO!!
Well, army - thank you!
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