~~Before I start getting all whiny and complainy, I want to sincerely thank each and every one of you who commented, tweeted, emailed, and otherwise cheered me on for the Wineglass Marathon. I want to give every single one of you a huge hug and make sure you know how much I so fully appreciate your kind words and support~~
I am still not really ready to write any sort of recap.
For those of you who may not know, I DNF-ed my goal marathon. I strained my hamstring the Tuesday before the race doing a tune up workout. I pulled out (heh heh) just shy of mile 21 due to severe pain in my left hip, left calf, right knee, and right hamstring.
Nice job, Heather’s lower body. Nice job.
One of my friends, almost in disbelief, asked me if I couldn’t have even tried to walk/jog it in for the last 5 miles.
The truth is – yes. I could have.
My overall enthusiasm for doing so at that point was about a -129.68 on a scale of 1-10. I’m not sure why. It’s easy to say now that I did it to prevent really injuring myself and make an attempt at capitalizing on my fitness for another marathon in 6-10 weeks. That’s what I’ve been telling people. That’s not really what I was thinking at the time, though. I saw no point in just finishing to finish. I’m kind of an obnoxious brat, I guess. That’s not to say I didn’t care; I started crying the second I climbed into the car and I didn’t stop for most of the ride home.
I have mixed feelings about the DNF – part of me really regrets it, and part of me still thinks it was the right call. Right now I’m focusing on figuring out why the hell I keep having the same “injuries” resurface (I’m still hesitant to call my issues injuries – a broken fucking leg is an injury, I just have muscles/tendons/fascia that refuse to play nice). I have already had a couple appointments with a chiropractor who came highly recommended: he is also a runner and the discussions we’ve had so far have made a lot of sense, so I am hopeful. I’m working on a “comeback” plan, if you will: if I’m anything, I’m a planner, so this has been comforting to me.
I’ve also been drinking a lot of beer and basically eating all of the carbs. Because
fuck you it makes me feel better, that’s why.
At the end of the day, I realize I’m being a full-on drama queen over this. People in the world have real problems while I’m crying because I fucked up a race and might have to take a few weeks off from running. I also realize that a lot of my goddamn problems originate in my own brain: STOP TAKING YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY, SELF.
Anyway, I do intend to talk more about my experiences at the chiropractor (spoiler alert: ART and Graston hurt like eight bitches on a bitch boat) and about what the hell is actually wrong with me. And maybe I’ll tell you more about the race someday … if you supply me with enough beers first.