Eight miles of roadwork should be a victory, but it wasn’t.
I was registered to run a half-marathon in a couple of weeks. Through early August, everything looked good. I was running between 35 and 40 miles a week. I was kicking butt with my pace. And my clothes fit nice.
And then the fibro happened. I haven’t run much in the last couple months.
This morning (as I write this) was a checkpoint. If I could get to eight or nine miles without major problems, I could get through the race. There wouldn’t be a hot pace. In August, I ran six and a half miles, including hills, at a sub-ten minute pace. For me, that’s flying.
This morning I finally stopped after a little more than seven miles at a pace over 12 minutes a mile. My legs were angry and I walked the rest of the way home.
I could get through the thirteen miles. I would be absolute hell. But more important, it would set me back with the fibro and might cause a crash or an injury. It’s not the right thing to do.
I cancelled my race registration and felt mildly defeated.
Then, I came upon a post on a website called Ageist, for people who remember Watergate. The title is My 9 Month Fitness Transformation: Susan Guidi. At 63, in 9 months, she went from weighing 181 pounds to weighing 138 pounds. She can leg press 305 pounds. Right now, she’s building muscle, but during her initial workout phase, she was weight training five times a week and doing cardio every day.
Ageist seems to be primarily aimed at women, but when people achieve things, it doesn’t matter if they can write their names in the snow. And to be honest, reading about someone who’s a few years older than I am and made the kind of turnaround is the perfect elixir for a guy whose body has been a pain in the ass. And arms. And everywhere else.
Eventually, I’ll move past this part. Things won’t hurt for no reason. And I’ll be able to achieve some goals. I primarily run and with two more half marathons later this winter, once my legs aren’t pissed off, that’ll have to be my first focus.
But overall health requires strength and flexibility.
Plus, if I do the right things, I can look and feel amazing before I’m 64.
Life has setbacks. It’s part of the gig. No one avoids them. The question isn’t whether they’ll beat you–they will. But eventually, you’ll move past that setback and do something amazing, if you choose to.
Reading about people who achieved things is hard when things aren’t going well. Right now, I can’t be the dude version of this woman. But eventually, I can. Eventually, I will. Eventually, I will run that damned half marathon and a marathon after that.
So there.
Dammit.