As Elsa said, It’s really time to Let it go….
I never really let things go.
Ok. It’s past time.
For example, I ordered these pace bands once I got into Chicago.
If you can’t tell, these are 4:15 and 4:30 pace bands.
Crazy now. At one point, it was a goal. Actually it wasn’t even a crazy goal.
In the back of my mind, this was while not a goal, it was possible. I was secretly holding onto it. I couldn’t let it go. No matter how improbable or silly, I held onto it. In the deep recesses of my brain, I admit now that this was always there. I kept imagining a miracle in my training. That something would click and I would be right back there. As much as that seed was in the back of my mind, I realistically trained for where I am today.
I am at a 5 if not a 5 1/2 hour marathon.
I’m a firm believer in goals. It’s what kept me running.
Some people have goals for speed, some distance, some just getting out the door. My goal at this point is honestly just to finish. Each goal is a worthy goal. Each brings it’s own set of challenges. That is the beauty of being a runner. You are only competing with yourself and your own limitations. Some real and some imagined.
So with a goal of getting to the finish line, I need to run smart. As I’ve said before, I’ve hit the wall before at a marathon. It’s not pretty. I, honestly, don’t know if I can push through it today. I’ve got a lot going on… The calcium issues, the stomach issue, the tendonitis, and oh yeah being 15 pounds heavier than last year.
I’ve sought out advice from those who have dealt with hypoparathyroidism longer than me. One thing that stuck with me is this response…
“We live a very measured life. We don’t get the option to give it a 70% or an 80%. If we are to accomplish what we are aiming for, We have to give it a 100% . At all times.”
So with this advice, I know that I have no room for show boating. I’ll save that for a later date with friends whose hands I will grab as we cross the finish line.
A 5 hour marathon is still a marathon.
A 5 1/5 hour marathon is still a marathon.
And I’ve got 6 1/2 hours to get to the finish line. I will say that I’m hoping to get there before then, but I will get there and be happy about it if that is how it rolls that day.
All I know is that when I get to the finish line, I might hug the person giving me a medal.