After finishing an 8k with Insulindependence last fall I talked myself into completing a half marathon in Seattle and committed to doing so on live internet radio (it’s also recorded, so I couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen).
I trained, and trained, and trained, and was feeling good until about three weeks before the race when I hurt myself. Turns out I didn’t pay enough attention to proper running form early in my training and paid a hefty price.
I tried to work through it. I tried to rest it. I tried pretty much everything except going to the doctor until I couldn’t take it anymore (two days before leaving for ADA, and 11 days before racing). Diagnosis? Proximal hamstring tendinopathy.
Injured
That’s a fancy way of saying a high hamstring injury. Treatment? Acute physical therapy, with no hope for recovery or relief in time for the race. But the doctor was so cool about it.
“Of course – run the race. You have to run the race, we’ll rehab you afterward.”
I didn’t talk much about the injury online beforehand, but I was freaking out. It threw off my training plan, which, in turn, really shook my mental confidence for completing the event.
Pushing yourself hard through an event you know you’ve trained properly for is one thing. It’s completely different to do an event when you know you haven’t properly trained.
Holy mind games, Batman.
Enjoy the Experience
But I was all in. I was going to do the race and just take my time. Slow down if I hurt, walk if necessary, and just take in the experience. And that’s exactly what I did. I was able to run most of the race, finishing with a time of 03:13:13.
I enjoyed Seattle, had some wonderful quality time with Dana Lewis & Scott Leibrand (#DIYPS), saw some old friends (hi Ghosn’s!), and met some new ones (hey Terri & David!). We raised some money for the American Diabetes Association along the way, which is pretty great, too. Thank you, all, for helping make that happen.
I earned a half-marathon medal, which I’m very proud of. I wore it all the way home and was congratulated several times. That felt pretty awesome. And you can bet your green, orange, and yellow bracelets that I’ll be wearing that medal at Friends for Life next week, too.
Why? Because if I can do this, you can set a goal and do it, too.
