Happy Monday! I’m back from a mini vacation to upstate NY with my boyfriend. It was just what I needed to get away from the stress of work, apartment hunting and my interrupted marathon training. We spent a few days in a beautiful little cabin before heading even further upstate to celebrate one of my best friend’s engagement!
The cabin was amazing and we enjoyed some serious rest and relaxation. We ate farm-fresh eggs.
We built a fire and made s’mores.
We did a ton of hiking and saw a lot of waterfalls.
And we drank some beers. Okay, a lot of beers. We visited Ithaca Beer Co., The Crooked Rooster BrewPub and more!
It was perfect! But now back to reality. Back to the hustle & bustle of city life and back to the thing that has been hanging over my head for the last month: my marathon. After weeks of missed training, physical therapy and a doctor’s visit, I’ve decided I will not be running the Philadelphia Marathon this Sunday. I’m completely devastated and heartbroken. But I know that I will feel even worse if I psych myself up for this race, try to run and fail miserably. Or struggle the entire race. Or injure myself more. I wanted this experience to be enjoyable. I wanted to run smart and happy. But running on Sunday will not be smart and I will not be happy.
So with a heavy heart, I’ve decided to DNS for my first marathon. I feel cheated. I’ve had my heart set on this goal for a very long time and I busted my butt for over almost 4 months to get there. I’ve put in all the work, but don’t get to reap the reward at the end. And I also know I’m making the right decision. I know I CAN and WILL run a marathon, someday. Just not this Sunday, and that sucks. Period.
Help a sister out…What do you do when you don’t reach your goals? Want to come to my pity party? Have you had a training cycle go downhill? Any suggestions for a potential spring marathon? 😉