Lindsey and Jennifer have been marathon training superstars. Those ladies have embraced the mileage and come in strong every time. They've both done up to 20 miles, so far.
That's not the case with me, unfortunately. Since August, I've struggled with injuries. And let me tell you, it's incredibly frustrating (and I'm so envious!) of watching your friends enjoy the long runs, meet the distance milestones, and seem to avoid most injuries (although both Jennifer and Lindsey have had a foot issue that sounds like it's resolved).
Just when I was on a high last weekend with my 16-miler finally completed, and feeling super-healthy, I was sidelined again with another injury. This time, my right foot betrayed me. Lindsey and I were getting in an "easy" 9-10 mile run in on Monday morning when, 2 miles into our run, I stumbled because out of nowhere, my right foot had shooting pains. The pain lasted all week, only slightly subsiding on Friday. Enough for me to try to run in the 5K Race for the Cure.
Holding my breath, I ran in the 5K on Saturday. I felt a slight twinge - but it wasn't too bad. So I decided to attempt the distance hurdle I haven't been able to cross yet - 18 miles. I was definitely stressed out. We are only 7 weeks out from the marathon and I haven't completed more than 16 miles yet! So, I gritted my teeth and set out.
The foot pain was a dull throb. It hurt more to run on sloped streets, so I ran in the middle. When we crossed a suspension bridge, the bridge's motion seemed to jam the foot, so I walked. At mile 15, I thought I was done for. But I gritted my teeth and wouldn't give up. Sure I walked a littled (especially up a really big hill at mile 16), but I did it. I FINALLY completed 18 miles. And at the end...I felt great! Sure I was tired, and a little dizzy, and I thought perhaps I jeopardized my ability to participate in the marathon (heaven forbid!) by running on an injured foot - but I DID IT!
Running long distances is a mental challenge. It's easy to decide to give up at mile 12, 14, or 16. But you really get to know yourself when you decide to reach deep into yourself and find something to keep you going. I'm getting to know myself pretty well on these runs.
It helps when you have someone to cheer you one. I am sending out all sorts of good thoughts to my new friend Rebecca, who stayed back from the group to walk across the suspension bridge with me, slow down on the big hill, and encourage me through those last 2 miles. Thanks for helping me reach this milestone on our journey to marathon.
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