I know what you’re thinking.
It’s about time I addressed the elephant
in the room on the blog.
Then I stopped posting about it.
And the fated day–November 6, 2011–came and went.
Now, those of you who followed me on that journey are probably thinking something along the lines of: WTF?
Fair enough. I owe you more than a post; I owe you an explanation.
So what happened?
The short story is that I got injured and did not run. And it was devastating, I’m not gonna lie. I had been looking forward to running my first marathon practically since I started running when I was 12! Incidentally, this was also a time in my life in which I planned on someday being an Olympic gymnast.
Unfortunately, neither dream has been realized–yet.
I’m getting slightly off track, but the point is I was ready! I was excited! I had worked hard and training was going so well! To call what happened a disappointment would be a huge understatement.
The injury cropped up out of nowhere in my ankle about four weeks before the marathon–and shortly after this obnoxiously upbeat post (“Hi, I’m Kelsey and I love hills! My only problem is that I’m too fast!”).
[Yes, I am mocking myself. This is what happens when you become injured: You find yourself transforming into a bitter, unhappy person who scoffs at others' (and apparently your own former) successes. "Oh, they had a good run? Wait 'til they get injured."
It's not pretty.]
By the time I felt pain, no amount of rest, ice, ibuprofen, cross-training, or bandaging made it go away. I had a choice: I could either drug myself silly and hope for the best, or I could defer my place in the NYC marathon until 2012.
Since I wanted to run again in the future, I deferred.
But not before devolving into a hot mess. I may or may not have sobbed like a baby when I first realized that I probably won’t be running in the marathon.
Luckily, I quickly gained a beautiful little thing called perspective. As in, other people actually have real problems and running a marathon in 2012 instead of 2011 is, in reality, not the end of the world. Yes, I had every right to feel disappointed, but this is the point in the story where I said to myself, “Pull yourself together, Woman!”
Or something like that.
And then I did what any responsible blogger would do: I ignored it. What marathon? What blog?
I’m good like that.
If you made it this far into the tale, congratulations!
Fast forward to today. I recently got new running shoes (it worked last time?). And they’re pink.
And I’m happy to report that I am running again, slowly building my mileage back up. I can still feel a glitch where the injury had been, though, so I don’t know if I’m out of the woods. But for the time being, I’ve traded my garmin for my ipod and I’m enjoying every run.
If you work hard enough, you will become an Olympic gymnast.
Wait–no. That’s not right.
I have lots of takeaways from this experience. For example, I learned that if you fail to announce that, no, you actually won’t be running the marathon, then you will get congratulatory wishes from really nice readers and thoughtful friends. Responding to these kind people, as it turns out, is awkward. (“About that…”)
Also, watching the marathon is really fun (arguably way more fun than running it).
Especially when your dad’s there with you–supporting you regardless of whether or not you’re in it.
I also discovered that I love distance running, and I’m excited to train for a marathon again. I hope to actually run the damn thing next time, but I also know that sometimes life doesn’t happen the way you plan. Sometimes you can do everything by the book and injuries happen.
But guess what? Life goes on! And with a little time, perspective, and humor, I was (and am) just fine.
In fact, I’m going to do it all over again next year.