Do you believe in luck?
When I first heard of the Surfer's Path Marathon, it sounded almost too good to be true. I heard about it 15 weeks before the race, almost perfect for doing a 16 week training program. I really wanted to do another marathon, but I decided to only stick with local races until Rory was older.
Raybon's work has not been quite so busy, so he has been able to work from home. This made it possible for me do my longest runs while Rory was at preschool, because Raybon was able to drop off Rory at preschool while I was out training, giving me enough time to finish my long runs. Perfect, huh?
I saw a contest on a blog for a free entry. I figured my chances of winning were pretty good. Thinking about getting in for free made my 18 mile run somehow feel breezy, like I was destined to do this race.
I found out I didn't win the contest before my 20 mile run. It bummed me out a little bit, but I still did the run, averaging 11 minute miles, 10:40 for the last 9 of them. This was at the end of a 46 mile week, with a tough 10 mile Sunday workout which included 5 miles at 8:50 pace. The 20 mile run was really tough, compared to the 18 miler. I'm not sure why, but when I went to get lunch with Rory and Raybon later, I almost felt like fainting as I waited in line at the counter at the deli.
Two days after my 20 mile training run I signed up for the race. I was going to wait until I entered my taper to sign up, figuring if I could finish the training, I could finish the race.
The day after signing up, I got am email with a coupon code for $10 off the race entry. That made me upset. How unlucky was that? Why couldn't I have got the coupon before I entered? Why couldn't I have waited until the next day.
2 weeks before the race, one of our cars broke down. I stressed about finding a car that week, culminating in a horrible interaction at the dealership the Sunday before the race, that left me exhausted and stressed out.
Am I really so superstitious? I guess I really don't believe in unlucky numbers and black cats crossing your path and what not. I decided a long time ago not to look for signs.
Anyway, lucky or unlucky or neutral 13, I had a bad race. I threw my back out yesterday. I am also suffering from a cold, and all that stress in the last couple weeks can't have been good for my race. I kinda hoped I would loosen up and warm up, but I started slow and just got slower. Finally, at mile 15, my heart rate suddenly jumped over 200 (the first time since that bad race at the beginning of March) and I walked 2 more miles back to the finish line (which you cross by at the half way mark) and turned in my bib.
I do believe in God, and I believe God loves us and blesses us. I also believe that you're lucky to consider yourself lucky, and will see God's blessing more clearly if you have faith that he is always with you. I also believe that is important to find a positive meaning in even seemingly bad events, in order to move on and have no regrets. My takeaway from this I'll still ponder, but at the moment I'm inclined to figure out a way to reduce stress in my life, and maybe making running and racing a lesser priority. I'm happy to think about the possible blessings that made come out of this for myself and my family.