Well, let me just tell you what happens when I DON'T finish a race.
I was supposed to run in the Big D Texas Marathon on April 1st,
2007. I fully prepared for this as it was going to be my first
marathon. Though I've been running for 10 years, this is the
first time I was actually able to take the time to train like I needed
to. I was trying to finish in 3 hours 30 minutes, which left me 10
extra minutes to finish for my age qualification and get to go to Boston
on my second marathon. I found a training program (and it works, I
suggest others use it. it's Hal Higdon's marathon guide), changed my
usual night-owl routine the last two nights before the race in order to
be prepared to wake up at 5:00 the morning of the race (the race started
at 7:30), and I stayed in a hotel 5 minutes from the starting line, which,
if anyone knows the Dallas area, I stayed downtown right on the cross
where I-35 meets I-30, because the race started at the Cotton Bowl
5 minutes away. I even went and found where the starting line was
going to be, just to be sure I knew. I made sure my husband, who had
gone with me, and my parents, who had traveled 6 hours to watch me, and my 3 friends that were planning on being at the race knew
where the finish line was and what time I would be there. They also
had spectator points where they were going to try to see me during
the actual race. I pinned my bib on my shirt the
night before, put my chip on my shoe on the night before, laid out
my clothes, and went to bed at 10 pm. I didn't fall asleep until
around 11, but then I slept straight through until my alarm went off.
I was fully prepared when I woke up. I never felt stronger or more
awake and ready to go. I left the hotel at 6:30 in order to get to the race
at least 45 minutes early (Remember, the starting line was only 5
minutes away). Well, when I left the hotel, and began driving
down I-30 to the race, there was a wreck on the highway that had
happened earlier that morning. That was at 6:30 am, and to make a
long story short, I was still sitting in the same spot at 8:00 am. It took
that long for the wreck to be cleared and the traffic to continue.
I missed the race and the clock.
I was so devastated that I didn't sleep for 2 weeks afterwards. I even
went to my therapist and she said that it could be compared to a
mother who had given birth to a stillborn on her first pregnancy.
I had all this support from friends and family, it was the first
marathon for me, and I felt like I had let EVERYONE down.
Finally, after two weeks of sleeping no more than 3 hours a night,
I was exhausted. I don't know what changed, but I started sleeping
again. I think it just took that long for me to get over the grief.
Needless to say, I plan to run a marathon this year if I die doing it!
I'm not going to let myself get discouraged over what happened.
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