I had planned this post out in my head last week. I imagined myself typing away in sheer exhaustion Sunday night. 30 miles on trails is after all, a long way to go. I imagined it would take hours to write about my first ultra.
I sit here tired but for a drastically different reason. I ran a 10K today.
There was no ultra and here’s why:
After reading all of your comments I was jazzed. I had posted about my intentions of running an ultra because part of me wanted YOU to convince me I could do it. I wanted to be held accountable.
Most of the comments told me to DREAM BIG. One person had the courage to tell me her real feelings[not that the others weren’t real but she could have told me to go for it when she was thinking I shouldn’t]. She didn’t think I should do it. I could do it, but I shouldn’t do it. Was possibly getting injured worth it to me? [this is also not to say all ultra runners get injured but that I was untrained for this specific race thus upping my chances of getting hurt] It got me thinking and thinking and thinking.
I still didn’t know the answer.
Then I had a marathoner write me. She had suffered a stress fracture during Marine Corps Marathon and is unable to run for the next 5 weeks. Her email had nothing to do with my plans to run an ultra but it got me thinking and thinking and thinking. I wrote her back. She wrote me back. She said she saw 8:18 on the clock.
In my heart I knew that God was trying to tell me something. I needed to look at the bigger picture.
One day I will become an ultra-marathoner – today was not that day.
One of my many goals in life is to run till I die. I literally want to be that 85 year old grandmother finishing a turkey trot and winning my age group because I am the only one in my age group. I need to take care of my body now so it will still give me miles when I am older.
I asked a lot of my body this year. It gave me a beautiful son. It gave me 5 marathons. It gave me countless PR’s during races and on random training runs. I needed to listen to it and NOT push it 30 miles on trails I had not trained on.
It was hard for me to give up on this dream today.
I’ve told you that God talks to me in numbers. It doesn’t matter if you believe this – I know it to be true. I don’t just think he talks to me this way, He does talk to me this way.
I opened my abundant life Day Book on November 9th and immediately noticed a number. The page was 313. Wait? Did the pages correspond with what day of the year it was? They did. Colton was born on the 313th day of the year. I pr’ed this year with a 3:13, 11 [my favorite number] months after Colton was born. I felt God was telling me to be happy with the gift he had given me. 3:13 was a HUGE dream for me this year, no need to push my luck and my body to run 30 miles.
One day I’ll run 30 miles and maybe more, but today I gutted it out over 6.2 miles. It was just what I needed.
I dreamed big but in a different way and ran over 26 minutes faster than I did at my first 10K.
|Post race happy as can be with my favorite little girl|
Race recap coming soon…..