I’m baaacccckkkk. I’ve missed you all dearly. A lot has been going on and it’s about time we get caught up.
Let’s just get Ojai out of the way. #$%#@.
I had a lot going on leading up to race day but for some reason I really thought I could pull off a GOOD if not GREAT race. I mean, look at that elevation profile! Who wouldn’t want to go for it? My brain kept telling me to just do it but I should have known that the conditions were not ideal for me.
Why? It’s a fast course, right? Yes it is. But the stars did not align. I could not get comfortable in my pace and my head was working against me the whole time. When my head is not in it that means my heart is not in it and when that happens 26.2 miles feels like 262.2 miles. Ojai smacked me down and reminded me to respect the distance. This isn’t a 5k. This is 26 freaking miles. Downhill or not, that ish is HARD. And I love it.
The bright side? I did not quit. No matter how badly I wanted to throw in the towel I powered through. That meant a LOT of breaks. More than I have ever taken in a race. Around mile 21 I met reader Krystal who caught me during an “eff this” moment and really brightened my day. So sorry I was dazed and confused but thank you for your encouragement! It meant the world to me.
So what went wrong you ask? After all I was all fired up on my willingness to PR right?
A few things…
1. Crammed Training. Coming off Ragnar with a lingering injury lead to low miles in April. Then when I decided I was going to do Ojai whether or not my hel hurt I entered 3 weeks of crazy mileage. I ran 50 more miles in May than I did in April. Yeah, I would call that a big increase. Also not likely the smartest move as I did not properly taper. Oh, did I mention I did not run one single 20 mile run? Not one. Not since January. Ooops.
2. My MIL was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer race week. Tuesday to be exact. This has been beyond rough. Mentally and physically I am drained. One week they said she was fine, the next it’s cancer. How the doc went from one extreme to the other is beyond me. We have been praying round the clock and will be leaving for Texas in a few days to spend time with her.
3. Work asked me to go out of the country for 2-3 weeks the same day that my MIL was diagnosed. Stress city. I was told to prepare to work in Tokyo for 2 maybe 3 weeks. I would have to leave June 16th. I cried. Literally. Multiple times. How can I leave in the midst of a family crisis? How could work not understand? After a few days of going back and forth and discussing our family’s state of emergency I finally made the decision to stand up and say I couldn’t go. I had not heard a word from my big boss before I left. Stressssss.
Given the above it makes sense to me why I could not and did not give it my all. I had nothing left. In the end I crossed that finish line in 4:09:xx.
Not my best, not my worst. But then again given the above I would say I am pretty freaking lucky to have even finished in that time.
I would like to say a quick thank you to my COACH 🙂 You know who you are. Your encouragement over the past few weeks has changed my running game. I am so thankful for you. I sincerely appreciated every email, text, tweet, etc! Chicago here we come!
I have had a few days to recover and now it’s time to get ready for Chi-Town. I am heading to Barre at Lululemon La Jolla tonight and will likely get a few workouts in here before we leave for Texas. It’s probably going to be hotter than hot in the pan handle so either early am or pm running will have to do.
I may register for a few shorter races to test my fitness along the way. Coronado on the 4th of July is a favorite and maybe a half mary in between to use as a tempo. We shall see. If you have any suggestions let me know. The only weekends that are out are June 30th (nor cal wedding) and August 17th (nor cal wedding).
Side serious note:
Please keep my MIL in your thoughts and prayers. We do not know what lies ahead but we have faith in HIM and his plans. This will not be an easy journey but in the company of family and friends we can’t go wrong.