If you've been following me for a while you know that my daughter & I have been training for our first 1/2 marathon together in three weeks (Hollywood Half Marathon). We've been cruising along since February, enjoying our time together on the road & the trails, and doing everything right. Following a training schedule from Skinny Ms. and even tracking calories to ensure proper fueling.
And then (*sound of tires at a screaching halt*) the totally unexpected and not even thought of, happened.
I hate to even call it that because it's not like I was casted or bed ridden. I didn't really know what I was dealing with at first. I thought I'd give it a couple days and I'd be right back on track. I couldn't even pinpoint something specific that happened, except that it was somewhere around a boot camp class and two days later, a 7 mile run (our longest run so far). And I couldn't even run a soft mile on the treadmill.
As two weeks passed, I consulted with other runners and decided I better go see my doctor. I thought for sure she'd be able to readjust my foot and I'd be back to running in no time. Nope. She grounded me. I was in denial. I waited a couple of days, iced, took my anti-inflamatories. But the days kept passing and my foot still hurt.
Reality set in. I could continue to run in pain and possibly make it to the 1/2 marathon, but in my heart I knew I wasn't willing to take the risk of furthering injury. I'm all about pushing my limits, but I'm not about taking myself out of the game. This might sound really silly, but I must have cried a hand full of times within a couple of days.
After beating myself up a little bit, I then gained perspective. I was standing in the middle of one door closing and another opening. I had recently accomplished running a 5K with three of my kids. That's something to be proud of for someone who had never been a runner before! I've come a long way on my health and fitness journey. This was simply the universe leading me in a different direction. Am I a quitter? No. And I certainly won't be defined by this moment in time where something didn't go as I planned.
However, there's still my daughter. I mean, the whole reason she was running this thing was because of me, but my mishap doesn't have to become her mishap. I sat down and had a heart-to-heart with her and let her know that I would guide her the rest of the way. I wanted her to recognize that there was something in this experience for her to learn as well. At the end of the conversation, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm going to finish the 1/2 marathon for you." And yes, I cried again.
For me? Well, I'm still working out my lesson in all of this. I realize that this is all part of my evolution of becoming a better ME. Not becoming perfect or better than anyone else, just better than the me that I used to be. Not being able to run this 1/2 marathon does not stop me in my tracks, it just changes my direction. Because I am NOT a quitter. I am Heavenly Healthy and I will continue to represent!
Thank you all for all of your support and feedback on this journey!! You have no idea of the strength that you being here gives me.