This past weekend my running buddy, Cecilia and I, along with some other good friends traveled to run the New Orleans Rock'n'Roll Marathon. Excitement was in the air!
Race morning we headed out, nervous but very excited!! Since we vamped up training in December, I have been battling serious IT band pain, and it had been getting worse as we got closer to race day. Cecilia and I talked about how she needed to bring music just in case I needed to stop or turn in at the 1/2. Right before the start we entered our corral, to join up with Abby and the other girls we met at dinner.
Abby and I continued on together until about mile 19, she had hurt her ankle a few weeks ago and it was really starting to bother her. She pushed me to keep going without her, she's run three marathons on her own, so she didn't need any support. So there I went for the rest of the race.
I do have to note that one of our friends that drove with us came not to race, but to show her support. Mile after mile she was there cheering, holding signs, taking pictures, offering hugs and water (and snickers). Thank you Daniela, your support meant the world to so many of us!
As those miles came and went I thought I was a bad friend for continuing on! But at some point we all have to run our own race. When you sign up for a race, you never know what will happen. Some days everything may go right, but others will test you mentally, physically and emotionally. This was definitely one of the tough ones. I had to remind myself there will always be more races, so instead of thinking of how sad I was that this race didn't go as planned, I concentrated on how strong I was and that I was not going to let this race get the best of me! I knew there was no record being made today, but I still wanted to give it my all. There were so many other people wearing their St. Jude singlets, and every one of them reminded me of why we were out there in the first place, for the kids of St. Jude!
While I am proud that I did it, I have not celebrated this finish.There was so much build up before this race, that the change of outcome still has me in shock. So what's next? I'm not sure yet, but looking forward to it!
Have you ever had a race not go as planned? What did you do?