A year ago, I ran my first marathon in Chicago. At mile 14, my left foot went astray and the plantar faciitis flared up. I went from running on par with my target goal of 4 hours and 30 minutes to barely being able to walk. I was pissed. All throughout training, it was my right foot having issues and then on race day, my left foot decides to act up.
I was already more than halfway through, so I said to myself, “Oh might as well finish it. It’s technically less than half way to go.” Technically, as in pretty much I was half way.
I pushed through the pain: Mile 15, Mile 18, Mile 20. By Mile 22, my good friend MOzzie (Matt to most, Oswald to me, but since our trip to Australia, his name has been Aussie-fied) said to me, “If you can finish this marathon under 5:30, I will run it next year.”
Looking at the clock, I had 50 minutes to finish to run 4.2 miles. By that point, I was racking up 12+ minute miles due to the pain. I looked at him again, then the clock then back to him and started trotting.
I finished at 5:18:35.
Matt lost the bet and he knew he had to run the marathon. Granted, he always wanted to do a marathon anyways, so this was extra incentive. Come January of this year, he sent me an IM asking, “So when are we going to register for the marathon?”
I replied, “We? We? There was no we. You lost the bet.”
I registered anyways.
I trained like I should have and trained like I shouldn’t, but I put my time in and the miles. One mile lead to another and to another before my big 22 mile run; the most I ran since last year. Each mile, I pushed harder than the previous. It came to the point that I was passing people for a change instead of being fast. I dropped a whole 1:30 per mile since last year. But time wasn’t the only big drop, my weight dropped significantly too. I’m 1o pounds light leading into this marathon. The last time I was 145, I was fresh out of college. However, the best part was that this season has been injury free. I did have a few tender moments here and there, including right now with my left foot, but it hasn’t stopped me from running. For a change, I felt like I did something great. I trained hard, I ate right, I pushed my body while still listening to it. I did everything I needed just for this day. I did it for today.
Today is October 10, 2010.
Today is 10-10-10.
Today is the Date to Motivate.
Today is the 2010 Chicago Marathon.