So how do I begin this Monunental Race Review. Do I begin with how God had to teach me many lessons to get there. I used to be worried about speed. Don't get me wrong, speed is awesome. But, I don't think God wanted me so focused on myself and my pride.
After training 18 weeks last year without missing one run, the day before the Monumental, I found out that I had a hip stress fracture. It was devastating. But, I didnt let myself get down. I went on crutches and cheered on my friends....and Freeing Sisyphus of course.
After 10 weeks off, I began training for the Mini. I trained 14 weeks. I was again focused on speed and decided to give it my all. I ran the 1/2 at a 10:14 pace. That may not seem like fast to some, but I worked....
The next day, I couldn't walk. I found out that I had an IT injury that put me out for again 10 weeks.
When I was finally put on steroids, I was better.My podiatrist told me I was made for speed and asked me to join their triathlon team. I was pumped.
The next day, Jenny and I went for a brick workout. Again, just not getting these lessons. We rode 30 miles. Within the first few miles, I fell b/c I couldnt get out of my clips at a crossway. My wrist hurt so bad and was swollen. Jenny suggested we stopped but I was too stubborn. I was doing this thing.
I continued to ride then run. I was in a parade that day and didnt want to let my husband down. It was July 4th. I rode in the parade in severe pain. As soon as it was over, I went to the ER. Sure enough, while lying on a gurney, they told me that I broke my wrist in five places. I remember crying and a nun from Africa coming to hold my hand and give me words of encouragement.
I ended up having surgery on my wrist. This time I was only out 4 weeks. But surgery, is no fun thing. So, if you are still with me that is 24 weeks this year that I was injured.
Once I came back, I finally learned that God wanted me to rid me of myself and help others train. I ended up training 8 girls. Two of those girls, Val and Stacia have lost over 100 pounds together and went from 1/4 mile running when we started to running the 1/2 the entire time. In 3:08
Lesson learned. Now, I don't care about pace so much but teaching others to run and workout. I am more blessed helping others achieve what they thought they couldn't., I like to show them that they are strong women who can do anything. When I speak to them, I speak to myself. Funny how God works like that.
When I signed up for the Full, I was nervous. After all my longest run was 10 miles b/c I was training girls for the half. But my heart told me that b/c I had done the right thing and finally listened, God would carry me through the marathon, I don't kow how to explain it except it was a knowing....a peace.
I didn't care about my pace and just enjoyed the run. I wasn't sure I would even make it to mile 13. But, I just kept peacefully enjoying the beautiful scenery around me. Trees with red leaves, yellow, green. Houses that had character.
I had prayed for angels to keep me going and they did. One lady, kept running ahead then I would. But, it was friendly and we talked. At mile 10, my friend Christy brought Chase to see me. I kissed him and it made my day,. I told her that I felt strong.
I knew my friend Sarah would be at the IMA which was mile 19, so I focused on getting there. Once there, I saw her and all my friends that did the half. They cheered for me and at that point, I knew I could knock it out.
Mile 20-26.2 was the longest of my life, but I kept telling myself what I tell my trainees., When, I finally came around the corner to finish, all of my friends cheered for me and it was a beautiful moment.
Will I run another marathon? Of course, as long as God is by my side, not to lift myself up or be proud, but to glorify HIm,.
Adventuresses in healthy living.