Writer’s Workshop: My broken pride

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.

This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop

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I am Emily Okaty Wilson, freelance writer, blogger and public speaker. It sounds better than saying I stay in my pajamas all day eating salt and vinegar chips. I claim to be a wife, a mother, a homeschool teacher and a musician. Sometimes I'm funny.
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6 Responses to Writer’s Workshop: My broken pride

  1. Coming East says:

    That’s the nice thing about being an adult. We get to make our own choices and change our mind if we want to, and we don’t have to apologize for it, especially when it affects no one but ourselves. Enjoy this weekend.

  2. Have a great weekend! :)

  3. Becky says:

    I think it’s really amazing that you ran one half marathon… I pretty much made a life plan to NEVER run a half marathon and spend as much time as possible in a hotel room sleeping in… when the opportunity presents itself. All joking aside, your DH is right. Do it in the spring. you are obviously awesome to pull of one and can do it again when you have the time to plan. Sometimes we need a salad and sometimes we need a cookie. This weekend, you get the cookie.

  4. Natteringnic says:

    Wait…what? In the age of heightened security, you can race across the US/Canada border?? That sounds so cool. But yes…a comfy, plush hotel bed with a bunch of non-sweaty friends sounds like waaaaaaay more fun!
    *clickin’ in from MamaKat*

  5. Miriam Joy says:

    That sounds like a much saner option. Enjoy yourself! :D

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