I shared much of journey training for the Huffin Puffin half-marathon on here, so I thought I should explain why I never actually ran it this morning. Making the decision not to run was not easy. Even last night I found myself still going back and forth in my head: to run or not to run? But the answer was ultimately no.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t shed tears this morning as I watch the competitors run by my house this morning. I worked SO hard this summer to be able to be one of those runners. But it just wasn’t meant to be. You may remember 5 or so weeks I sustained a strain to my lower quad muscle. I thought for sure I would be healed and back running within a week, but every time I tried to run, it hurt. It hurt in weird ways and in all sorts of different places between my hips and my knee, during a run and long after I had finished. Running was not going to help anything, so I thought if I just stopped running altogether, it would heal in time for me to run a slow and easy half-marathon.
However, last Sunday I attempted an easy 3 miles to test out how it was feeling, and it became apparent to me that if I ran 13.1 miles I would likely end up in worse shape than when I first got hurt. That’s when I came to realize that my half-marathon dreams were not going to come true. Not this time anyway. I have no idea when I will be able to run again. My body is resistant to healing and demanding rest right now, so that’s what I’m going to give it.