I’ve decided not to run the Chilly Half Marathon this November. I’ve made this decision about five times.
It’s the right decision.
I haven’t run further than 7 miles since May. MAY. (The kids dropped out of summer camp, I got a chest cold and spent two weeks on an inhaler, my babysitter started field hockey… life happens, and this time, I didn’t figure out a way around it)
The Chilly Half Marathon is in 6 weeks.
You don’t prepare for a half marathon in 6 weeks.
That’s an insult to the half marathon distance. (Maybe this would be possible if I were doing a lot of running, but I’m running fewer than 10 miles a week right now.)
You know when that long run was in May? The Maine Coast Half Marathon. My slowest and most brutal half marathon, which I also ran unprepared, because I’d spent the 3 months prior learning to swim and road bike for my first triathlon.
I promised after the grueling 6 miles of walking I did during that race that I’d never run another half unprepared.
So, for the 6th time, I have decided not to run the Chilly Half Marathon in November.
I’m not prepared.
The problem is that my head has decided this, and my heart is drowning in sorrow and playing little violins every time I go for a run.
I went for a beautiful fall run with the stroller today, a nice tempo 3 miles in the first brisk weather I’ve had for running. It was gorgeous. It even smelled like the start line in November – cool air, chilly breeze… ahhh.
Chilly is hard for me because I’ll be there as a spectator if I’m not running. I love watching Greg, but it’s harder when it’s a race I used to be so excited to run too. A race I signed up for. A nagging little piece of my heart says “just go, you’ll make it!”
I think what I may have to do is go for a 10 mile long run and allow my body to explain to my heart in excruciating detail exactly why we are not running the Chilly Half in November for the first time in 3 years.
It’s tough love, but it may need to happen.