Well….you might have guessed it….
I imagined this going differently, but I guess that is life.
I’ll still be running St. George; I’ll likely still try for the BQ–but, it will be without confidence, without expectation, without hope.
The last month has been a whirlwind. My kids both started school for the first time–my daughter in Kindergarten and my son in Pre-school. I went back to work, still teaching, but at a new school in a new district. All of this in the midst of the most rigorous training I’ve ever attempted.
I couldn’t do it.
And that’s really what it boils down to. I just couldn’t make it happen.
I know that many people have kids, have jobs, have training plans and somehow find a way to fit it all in. I thought I could be one of those people.
But I’m not.
Not right now.
The last couple of weeks have found me running three times a week. Three. Each week I would tell myself that I would prioritize my runs, each week I wouldn’t.
After the second week, I e-mailed my coach and told her I was throwing in my white flag. It had nothing to do with her or her workouts. I love her and I love them. I loved the challenge, seeing paces I didn’t think I could..and doing them. But because I wasn’t doing ALL of the workouts, I knew I was only setting myself up for injury.
I’m not sure anymore… what my plans are. I’ll still run St. George, but I won’t be doing CIM. I don’t know if I’ll do Phoenix. I don’t know when my next marathon will be.
What I do know… is that life goes on.
I’ve had some pretty good races in the last year. I think it’s time I took a little break.