Mouth breather Mondays.
I’ve had a week to reflect on why last Monday’s freezing rain monsoon marathon bust was the best thing that could have happened to my running. And in light of the fact that one of my besties just ran an equally anomalous @londonmarathon, I wanted to share a few thoughts:
1. If you haven’t yet read the NYT op ed “Why Men Quit and Women Don’t,” give it a gander. My first 25km in partnership with @mel_runs was no exception. This large and badass lady gang of women runners in Toronto (and Montreal and NYC!) is exceptionally supportive – and I could feel that all the way through.
2. I felt, carried and confronted a whole range of insecurities along the way. I was so nervous that I barely slept the week+ leading up. I was still limping the day before. I almost peed my pants waiting for the porta potty in Athlete’s Village. I was already soaked and my feet were ice blocks on the start line. My watch failed in the rain (cumulative time and km splits were inaccurate). My hip rebelled at 25km. My arms froze into T-Rex formation and I couldn’t open gels. I stopped to pee, drink water (T-Rex styles), walk up a hill, and to talk to my fam/partner and kiss them a bunch of times while trying to drink a Maurten and not succumb to hypothermia. And honestly, I almost gave up more times than I can count or remember. •
As a relatively novice runner, 90% of my battles are with my own ego. Some people call my stubbornness and will “determination.” But like anything, determination needs moderation. Otherwise, determination equals injury. This race taught me that my best IS good enough, no matter the time on the clock at the finish line. And that finishing, uninjured (ish) and still being able to run is worth more (to me) than being wheeled off the course OR giving up when my expectations don’t align with reality. And most importantly, I learned that my cheer squad of loving and supportive family and friends is bigger than I ever thought. •
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for believing in me.