It’s been one month since RnR NOLA. One month! I can’t believe how fast time flies. Since then I’ve had some time to really think about what went wrong, what went right, and why I’m no longer upset at myself for faceplanting during my first marathon.
My third recap may have come across as slightly ungrateful and I don’t want to give that impression. I am eternally grateful that I had the experience I did and that I was actually able to train for a marathon. The vast majority of people can’t say that. I had the ability, the time, the support and of course, the heart.
It’s taken me this long to write this post because I was mad at myself for so long. I felt as though I talked a great game (“Look at me! I’m running a marathon!”) and then I wound up falling and missing my time goal. I was very much embarrassed but knew deep down that it was going to be an experience I’ll never forget. Yes, you never forget your first marathon, but this one will leave an indelible impression. Therefore, I’m no longer mad. And, who really plans to fall during any race anyway? Accidents happen, get over it.
While I really had a 4:30 goal in mind, I kept trying to tell myself to just run to finish. I wish I had truly believed I was running just for the experience. That is one thing I did wrong – I didn’t listen to anyone who knew so much more than I did! Some races are meant to be that – RACES. I shouldn’t have considered this a race and should’ve instead looked at it purely as an experience.
So, what did I do right? I made a very big commitment and promise to myself that I would run a marathon. I trained for it, I paid attention to my body when it was hurting and did everything I needed to do to get me across that finish line. You can’t ask for much more than that.
How did you get yourself through your first marathon? Have you ever been mad at yourself over a race’s outcome?