Marathon is a no go, but I feel awesome
Decided to do a test run tonight to see how my foot feels, and the verdict kinda sucks. Definitely something not right in there. Not sure what, but I’ll be calling my doctor tomorrow to talk about it. The good news is that it feels more like something’s just stiff, whereas a couple weeks ago it was absolutely fine except when it felt like someone had stabbed my foot. So, y’know, progress? Or something.
There’s a definite silver lining though. Y’see, two years ago when I had to skip what was supposed to be my first half marathon due to a late injury, I felt defeated. I’d really been looking forward to proving I could do it, and suddenly that was taken away.
Same situation two years later… yes, I’m disappointed and frustrated, but not defeated at all. I’m really just annoyed because I put all this time and effort into training and now I’m going to miss out on the race. But I don’t feel like I need to prove anything to anyone — even to myself.
What I realised tonight is that finally, I really do believe in my own abilities (at least in regards to running). I don’t know everything I can do, but I know I can do a hell of a lot, and that includes running a marathon. I’m a slow runner, but frankly, I’m an awesome slow runner. I can do — and have done — amazing things. I don’t need a shiny medal to tell me that.
