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Plan B

About two months ago, I wrote this post, where I proclaimed to the few people that read my blog that I was going to run a metric marathon (16.2 miles). Well, that race was this weekend.

Going into last week, I was hopeful, but nervous. I had a great 10 mile long run on Saturday, with the best time I have ever had in my training runs. I was feeling good. The thought of running the 16 miles in just a few shorts days made me gulp a few times, but overall I was optimistic. I had trained hard. Logged a lot of miles. I would be fine.

As last week progressed, I began to watch the weather reports. Snow on Saturday. Not a big deal. The race was on Sunday and Sunday was supposed to be clear and sunny. The snow from Saturday would be long gone before the race would begin (or so I thought). As we got closer to the weekend, the amount of snow expected for Saturday increased. OK, I was a little worried, but did not think it would affect the race.

Saturday came. It started raining around 8:30AM. The snow started at around 10AM. By 11AM the snow started to stick. It snowed ALL DAY. I started to check weather.com every hour. I was pretty sure the race would be cancelled, but I tried to go through Saturday as if it would still happen. We went to mass. I got my bag and clothes ready. I laid out everything for the babysitter. By Saturday night, I tried to be positive, but it was hard. The race was not called off yet, but I was already feeling deflated. All of this training, this running for nothing?

I woke up at 5 AM Sunday, started to make breakfast and turned on the computer. I checked the race website.

Cancelled

Several emotions ran through me:

I was disappointed
I was relieved
I was determined

I am sure most people who signed up for the race were disappointed. You train, hard and long for a race that distance. You plan, you prepare, you pay money to register. And then it does not even happen. This race was a big goal of mine. I felt deflated when it was cancelled. I felt like all of the hours I spent running were a waste. Today, as I write this, I know that is not true, but at 5:30 in the morning on race day, that is what I felt.

I was relieved because of several reasons. It was snowy and icy outside. Although I am sure most of the running surfaces were fine, I was concerned about having to dodge ice and snow while running. Plus, while I do not mind running in the cold, and even in the rain, I have a mental block to running in the cold AND snow. Having snow on the ground just makes it feel that much colder. Second, I had been battling a cold for over a week. I did not feel bad, but I was not fully healthy. And, as the week went on, I felt physically tired. I was getting a good amount of sleep so I am not sure why I was so tired. I had not felt that tired in a long time (since A was a baby and not sleeping through the night). By Thursday, I told my husband that if I continued to be this tired for the rest of the week, I was not sure I was going to be able to run in the race. So, yes, there was part of me that knew that the race being cancelled was a blessing in disguise.

I was determined. I knew that there was a half-marathon on December 13, in Fredricksburg, VA. Actually, this was the race that I had originally planned on running months ago when I decided to run in a longer race. So, I am going to run in the half-marathon this Sunday! My goal was to run a half-marathon or a metric marathon before the end of the year. I have worked too hard to let this goal slip by.

So, onto Plan B!! I will let you know how it goes!

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  1. His plan is always better than our plan.
    Run, Katie, knowing many are cheering you on in heaven & on earth.

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  2. Hmmmmm, very tired....kinda like in pregnancy??? Just a hopeful thought! Good luck on Sunday, it does make sense to run the half first and the metric another time, right? God's plans are so much smarter than ours :)

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