I just finished a long season of training for the fall HMRRC half-marathon. My goal was to achieve a new PR of 2:30.
The run was a lot harder than expected. A sentiment shared throughout my running group making me feel a tad better it wasn’t just me.
But the dreaded IT band problems plagued every step from mile 6-13.1….miles 11-13.1 being absolutely dreadful.
I appreciated the cheers kindly offered from the sidelines by those I could not look in the eye as I fought back tears from the pain.
Determined to run (limp) across the finish line, I stopped my watch at 3:00. Thirty minutes off my goal.
I was devastated.
Yes, I finished. Just not in the time I had mentally prepared for.
Wrapped in a Mylar blanket, finisher’s medal dangling, I found a rock, sat down and wept.
As an athlete, sometimes you need that moment to yourself, permission to wallow.
But then you need to wipe the tears, take note of what worked and what didn’t and get ready for the next race.
Which is exactly what I did.
Yesterday, I signed up to become a Runner of Steel for the 4th year in a row at the Pittsburgh Marathon/ Half Marathon event.
Ready to chase down that PR goal.