Training for my first half marathon was one of the biggest goals I think I have ever set for myself. At least one I never saw myself really accomplishing, and when I did, it was the most empowering feeling in the world. In fact, I enjoyed the whole experience so much, I signed up for a second half marathon.
Saturday, I am supposed to be picking up my race packet for the Detroit Half Marathon. The race is on Sunday. My registration and background check were approved months ago. However, I will not be making that 13.1 mile trek over the Canadian border and back. I am just not ready. The longest distance I have run since August is only a 5k, and although one of my best times, one of the most tiring runs in a long time.
“I’m freaking out about this half-marathon,” I whined to DW a couple of weeks ago.
“Yeah, I bet you are,” he chuckled, acknowledging my lack of preparation.
“This isn’t funny!” I snapped, “The race is non-refundable but if I run it, I’m likely to get injured or not finish. I don’t know what to do.”
“Don’t go,” he said.
The thought had crossed my mind, but I didn’t want to say it out loud.
I didn’t want to be a quitter.
DW must have read my mind.
“It’s not like you are a quitter. You know you can run a half marathon, this just isn’t the right timing. You can always train for another one in the spring, ” he said.
“Yeah,” I sighed, “I’m just a little embarrassed, that’s all. My pride is broken.”
“I’m sure you’ll get over it quickly,” he assured me.
Coincidentally, one of my close friends is hosting her annual fall scrap-booking and stamping retreat this weekend. It has been two years since I have spent some dedicated girl time with my Michigan besties. I sent her a quick text last week asking if she still had room at her retreat.
I quickly received an emphatic “yes!”
Then I told her I was worried about finding a hotel room since everyone already had roommates.
She text-ed back, “You can room with me!”
Instead of picking up a race packet tomorrow, I will be picking up a pair of scissors and enjoying some girl time with my friends. I might even take advantage of a quiet hotel room and sleep until my eyelids flutter open all on their own.
My pride seems to have healed pretty quickly.