I read this quote today in an article about Gabby Giffords – a politician from Arizona whose life changed in one second when a bullet entered her brain. My problems are small in comparison.
Next Saturday is the St. George Marathon. I have an entry for this race. I have chosen to not run this race. A couple of weeks ago I kept getting a prompting that I should not run St. George. After a couple of days of mental whining, I broke down and called my sister who goes to this race with me each year. She admitted she had been having the same feeling – so I guess it was meant to be (or not meant to be – if you look at it that way).
My foot is healing – the plantar fasciitis is much better many days. I still worry about the foot being weak. I think it is time to adjust my race schedule once again. My dreams for a 100 mile finish must be moved to sometime in 2015. In the meantime, I need to work on strengthening my entire foot, gradually increasing my mileage, and general strength training. I think that I can still do races, but am going to lower my ambitions for a while and just enjoy not being in pain and letting my body get back to where I need and want it to be.
I know that many of my non-running friends probably think this is the only sane thing to do. Of course, most of them don’t think I should punish my body like I have over the years. My ultra friends will totally understand how emotionally devastating these decisions are and how much “pain” I am in from choosing this course.
In the meantime – maybe I will try some new things. Perhaps I should try yoga. Or go back and start over on the black belt that was denied me 25 years ago. If you hear me slacking or whining – feel free to dope slap me and yell “Suck it up, Buttercup!” in my ear.