When I chose to run the St George Marathon, it was solely to have the experience of running a race with my Grandpa. The benefit of running with Grandpa was that I could do my first Marathon with a very experienced runner who could coach me, and keep me from running myself out too fast in the beginning. It was a super-duper win-win situation.
Then half-way through my training, I started thinking… what if I want to go faster? Or conversely, what if I can’t keep up with Grandpa? Both of these fears kept me consistently on my training schedule, although I never pushed myself to go faster. After all, I didn’t want to get too fast.
Of course, the actual Marathon experience turned out much differently. My Grandpa didn’t run due to unforeseen circumstances, and I was disinclined to run too quickly for fear of overdoing it in the first half of the race, so speed was not an object. I took the race nice and easy – kept a slow pace. Kept a smile on my face, and let myself skip whenever I had the energy burst to hop into the air.
And St George was tough.
There were so many hills. Ups, downs, curves, and it just kept going down and down and down at the end. My ankle, knee, and hip joints were all talking to me at mile 22. I was ready to walk at that point, just to stop that form of pain. And by the time I reached the finish corral, I was grinning like a fool, happy to be finishing. Once I crossed those time points, I was done. I wanted nothing more than to force down a protein bar, some water, get a shower and sleep.
No Way would I do that again.
… or would I?
A few days ago I received a large envelope in the mail. It was from the St. George Marathon. I couldn’t think of what they might be sending me, so I opened with curiosity to find…
I won an entry into the 2014 St George Marathon.
Shock, followed by hilarity and laughter. Of course I won an entry to next year’s race, I already decided I wasn’t going to do it again. I have already planned that I will run the Newport Marathon in May, and Portland Marathon in October. The latter race coinciding in dates with St George, which will make running them both quite difficult.
I see this race entry as an opportunity of sorts, to try to really run the St. George race after all the unfortunate circumstances (for details, read Marathoner) of my first attempt. At the same time, I could give the entry back to someone who has not yet had the opportunity to run this long, ‘downhill’ marathon, and run in my own city. And I am surprised to find myself torn.
My current solution, sleep on it!
What would you do? Would you run the same race again?
always with joy,