The Marathon that Wasn’t

I’ve been avoiding writing this post. No one wants to admit defeat. But I will.

Earlier this spring, I decided 2013 would be The Year of the Marathon. I’ve been running consistently for a few years, working from 5ks to 10ks to 10 milers and multiple half marathons.

I love running. Running is my bliss, my passion. I love the way it makes me feel, the way it has helped transform my body, mind, and spirit.

I tried to bite off more than I can chew. That happens, right? Our bodies are powerful, resilient, but I think I found my limit.

Thinking logically, a marathon was the “right” next step for me. I love long runs, escaping for several hours into a series of back roads, getting lost in my running rhythm, each footstep easier than the previous one.

So, I signed up for the Philadelphia Marathon. It’s somewhat close to home, it was in November which is after travel season, I thought for sure this was my marathon, my race.

I even ventured up to Philadelphia to check out the course. All seemed well. I even ran half the course, charging up the Philly Art Museum steps Rocky-style afterwards.

I love training for races. I love setting a goal, and working backwards to plan different training runs.

So what happened?

I moved in August, leaving the place I’d lived for 6 years to start my own new journey. I received two new bosses, changing some of the demands of my job (for the better).

I started travel season, leaving for 17 straight days and totally changing my training plan (swapping long runs for long hikes). I kept teaching 9-10 fitness classes a week, not slowing down.

I bought a car, met someone who I really, really like, ran a 200-mile relay race, and a personal best local half marathon.

I realized I didn’t need the marathon. I realized I didn’t want to complete the race at all.

Physically, I’m in my best shape ever. I feel strong, swift, and ready to tackle anything. Mentally, I feel so together. Everything makes sense right now. Emotionally, I’m so, so happy.

A marathon may still be in my future, but for now, I’m enjoying the challenge of lots of 10 milers, half marathons, teaching 4 different fitness formats, and all of the newness of the past 6 months.

10 Comments on “The Marathon that Wasn’t

  1. Being able to realize/recognize this is an amazing feat of strength. Sometimes it is won’t we don’t do that speaks to our abilities. While I don’t know all the details of your life, I often find myself thinking that you’re exactly the type of woman I want to know as an adult. 🙂

  2. I think you do about plenty! Heavens, you basically run a marathon every single week. Often it takes way more strength to decided NOT to do something, than to simply go along with the original plan. Doesn’t it feel liberating to simple say: “I am not going to do that?”

  3. I’m sure that was a tough decision, but you are such an awesome runner as it is, you are right, you don’t *need* a marathon. The most important part is that you are happy with your life and your decisions, and it sounds like you are in a very happy place right now which is something to be just as proud of. 🙂

  4. “Physically, I’m in my best shape ever. I feel strong, swift, and ready to tackle anything. Mentally, I feel so together. Everything makes sense right now. Emotionally, I’m so, so happy.” — this sounds far from “defeat,” my friend. You made the 100% right decision!

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