Marathons are not sprints
Today was the Boston Marathon. I streamed it live, rooting for Des Linden, our Michigan hometown girl.
Des didn't win, but she gave it her all.
I am in awe of these women. The winner, Worknesh Degefa, ran 26.2 miles in 2:23:30. That is astounding. I can't even fathom running that fast for one mile, let alone over 26 of them.
Watching was bittersweet for me. I am scheduled to run my first marathon on May 25th, and I'm currently sidelined with an injury.
It sucks. I've been training for months, and now, just six weeks out, I have had to take a break from training and it will severely limit the distance I can train.
My coach, who is also my husband, is convinced I can still do it. And I want to believe that. But I'm not so sure.
Maybe if it was my fifth marathon, or hell, even just my second, I could buy into his faith in me. But lack of training can really hurt a marathon performance. Never having run more than 13.1, and knowing I won't be able to train up to the 20 mile long run my training calls for, scares me so deeply it makes me sweat.
In the meantime, I'm strength training, making sure I stay active so I don't lose any fitness I've gained through the training process, but I can't do anything that puts a pounding pressure on my leg for another week.
This is a goal I've had for myself for a couple of years, running a marathon. And just because I can't train the way experts say I need to, doesn't mean I won't get it done.
No one gets to tell you what your process has to look like. No one gets to tell me how to write a book, how to raise my kids, how to love my husband or how to run a marathon.
I'm putting in the work, and it may not look like Saturday morning long runs, but it's still work. I'm getting stronger, I'm training my body to accept and push past pain.
Now, it's time to train my brain that I can do anything I put my mind to. And my mind is focused on that medal.
On May 25th, I'm going to run 26.2 miles. And I'm going to do it in an embarassingly long time. More than twice as long as it took Degefa to run her race today. But so what? A four minute mile and a twelve minute mile are the same distance. And this way, I'll be getting my money's worth out my entrance fee.