Warning - this post is going to be a wordy one, but bear with me if you can.
If you have been following along, then you might know that I have signed up for my second half marathon. Race day is on Saturday. I have been training very hard with running as well as incorporating CrossFit. I even took on an intramural CrossFit Open challenge (which was super challenging, but super fun) while training for this half marathon.
Somewhere along the way my hips began to bother me quite a bit. I knew this was due to my lack of stretching, mobility, and foam rolling. Note to self: when you think you stretch and foam roll enough, you're wrong. Do it more. So, I stepped up my recovery game and did all the right things. Unfortunately, it might have been a little too late.
During a long run my upper hamstring started to hurt. Now, I am not a doctor, and I have not been officially diagnosed by a doctor, but I am convinced this is all due to my tight hips. I have played competitive sports my entire life, and I had this same trouble while playing field hockey in college. You think I would have learned my lesson. The pain has not gotten much better over the past couple weeks. It doesn't bother me on every run, and I don't notice it at all during CrossFit.
A couple weekends ago, I was scheduled to run 11 miles for my training. At mile 6 I stopped. It wasn't because I was in awful amounts of pain. It wasn't because I was too tired to continue. It was because I knew I was pushing myself too hard. It hurt enough to make me stop. I know my body better than anyone else, and I have to listen to it.
With all of this being said, I have decided to drop down to a shorter race within the same event. Instead of the half marathon, I will be racing the 8k. This was not an easy decision for me by any means. It took lots of discussion with my husband and even some tears, before I finally decided. I think I knew deep down what the right thing to do was, but there was this overwhelming feeling of inadequacy and failure lingering. How could I possibly face people after telling them about racing my second half marathon? Not to mention, I posted my long runs on social media every week. What will people think? Then, my husband, being the amazing man he is, talked some sense into me. Sometimes I have to be reminded that what other people think is none of my concern. Am I doing all of this training, racing, and hard work for other people? Heck no. This is all for me. I am doing this for me. So what I think and how I feel is what matters. I have to listen to my body and my mind, and from there I made the right decision for me.
My goal is still to run a second half marathon, but it just won't be on Saturday. I am working on embracing my new goal of the 8k race. I will also be paying a lot more attention to rest, recovery, stretching, etc. to make sure I am taking care of my body and my muscles as I continue to run and do CrossFit. After that, I will reevaluate my racing goals.
This was a tough one to write, but it is important to me to share the difficult times too. I try not to get overly personal on this blog, but if I only shared the great times, I wouldn't be sharing the reality.
Some days are not great, and sometimes things don't go according to plan. That's ok. We just have to adjust the plan in order to reach our goal.