In the heat of the moment things
seem worth it. I have no regrets about
making a return to racing only 3 weeks after doing some damage to my legs in my
first marathon. That is the addiction,
all runners know it well. Once my legs
began to feel good again my mind naturally went back to competitive mode.
I had said that after the Cape Cod
Marathon in late-October that I would not race again until the Hyannis Half
Marathon in late-February. In the days
after the marathon that promise seemed like it would be easy to keep. My legs, specifically my left foot, were worn
out. I had bruised my left heel and ball
of my left foot all in the efforts to finish the final 11 miles of the marathon. I had battled the pulled hamstring, battled
the cramped calves, battled the achy hip flexors and groin, and had succeeded
in crossing that finish line.
I had begun my convalescence by
changing up my workout to strengthen my legs and core so that when I returned
to racing I would be ‘new and improved.’
It only took about 10 days before I felt good and was back to running,
although only for as long and as fast as I chose to. I was NOT going to train for any races until
2013. Well, that did not happen.
Last year I had run a 5K on
Thanksgiving and really enjoyed starting a fun family holiday with a sort of ‘running
adventure’ that I could share with the family later on. I wanted that again. I chose another 5K since I knew that I could
finish it without having to do any sort of training. I chose to run in Provincetown since it would
be a scenic run and a scenic drive to and from the race. Plus the fact that I signed up 2 days earlier
meant there was not a lot of time for me to start over thinking if I was ready
to race again.
I got to the race site an hour
early as is my superstitious custom since I did it for my very first race. There were only a few other people there so I
got my number and wandered off. It was
at a motel so I got to off on my own and stretch and meditate on a basketball
court. I sat on the walls of a barbecue
pit and surveyed as other runners showed up.
It was a small event, probably 70-80 runners, a far cry from the 12,000
that ran the Falmouth Road Race in August.
The people running the event were
nice but the setup was a bit amateurish.
There was no timer at the finish line, and the Start/Finish line was
hand drawn in chalk 2 minutes before the race commenced. The time was kept by stopwatch. Needless to say I was ready no matter what, it was 50 and
sunny which was much improved over the 30 with 20 degree windchills during my
Thanksgiving race in 2011. Since 5K’s
are all out sprints I positioned myself on the starting line ready to take
off.
Like a shot I was off. I felt good and as I got about a mile out I
realized I was 3rd overall with nobody behind me. I kept my cool and kept my pace up. Now here’s where it gets interesting, like ‘it
can only happen to me’ interesting.
There was a fork in the road ahead, the race route was to go to the
left, that was easy enough. However, we
were told at the start that there would be a woman dressed all in Pilgrim garb
with water. She would be the
halfway/turnaround point. Easy enough,
right? It turns out that she did not
expect any runners to get there as fast as the top 3, myself included,
did. She had been posting a sign with an
arrow making sure no runners went the wrong way at the fork. So she was nowhere to be found and therefore
we had no clue where the turnaround was.
I saw the two runners ahead of me turn back as the pilgrim lady yelled
to them. With my headphones on I did not hear her but turned around too. We ended up going about ¼ mile too far and I
was stuck in 8th overall on the way back.
I was running out of gas but
crawled my way to 5th as I crossed the chalk finish line. It ended up being my best finish in a race, not counting a 'Virtual 5K' where I had nobody chasing me, you did it wherever you felt like doing it . I finished the 'virtual' in 2nd overall. I kept the extra ¼ mile in mind when figuring
my time, I ended up with a 7:17/mi. pace which made me feel good considering I
didn’t train and had planned on not racing until late-February. The pilgrim lady showed up at the finish line
and she was so sweet and nice that I forgot all about her vacating her post as
the halfway marker.
Now as I said at the beginning in
the heat of the moment it was a great start to a great Thanksgiving. The next day?
Not so much. I aggravated my
bruised left heel so my plan of not running a race until February might be back
in effect. Walking has been a chore
today but what can you do? I might have
been overzealous and returned too quickly but hindsight is always 20/20. I’ll give it a few days and see if I can go
on or go back to square one. I don’t
regret it though, I have never regretted anything I’ve done during my racing
life.
Have any of you made a vow not to
race for a set period of time only to give in to the ‘addiction?’ How did it go for you?
Surveying the scene from my perch on the barbecue pit wall. |
My 'cyborg leg' part injury-prevention, part preparing to run in the cold. |