Last year, I dreamed of sharing my love for the Credit Union Cherry Blossom 10 Mile Run as one of their social runners. And in November, I received the email that I had been selected.
All of these wonderful things seem like good luck. But I firmly believe that my process of selecting a meaningful goal, mustering my experience and knowledge and putting in the work - as well as visualizing my success- are all key factors. Not just luck.
|My shrine, my inspiration, my focus.|
The CUCB is two weeks away, exactly. I love this race. It has a very special place in my heart as the race that signified my return to being a runner, to being myself.
This year, I planned to run a sub-80 minute race. But now it's in doubt if I'll even finish the race.
I'm injured. And while the injury wasn't terrible, I couldn't run for four weeks.
Back on Feb 12, I did a lovely quick four miles in the evening. The next day, I set out to log 7 miles, with 3 miles fast in the middle. But my hip was hurting by the two mile mark. No problem, I thought. Muscle through it. I had LASIK scheduled for that afternoon and would have to take a week off of exercise anyway.
But when that week was done, and I went for my first run with laser-eyeballs, it still hurt bad. The next day the pain was worse. My ortho told me things I already knew. "Tight IT bands" and "short hip flexors" were familiar problems. But I had strained something new, my tensor fascia latae.
I began my recovery work at physical therapy. Two times a day I checked the box on foam rollers, hip stretches, side leg raises, clamshells, side planks, and glute presses. And I cross-trained like hell.
As my test run date neared, I grew eager. But then one of my children fell sick, then another. Their coughs echoed through our home, harbingers of my own illness. When my husband succumbed I truly knew I was doomed. We were both out of commission for a week.
This was some serious bad luck. That's all it was, right? Was any of this under my control? I contemplated this, frequently, when I tried to deal with my disappointment and tendency to blame myself for failing to stay injury-free, flu-free, and be in great shape for the race. It was out of my control. But if the bad stuff wasn't under my control, was any of the good stuff?
I've been cleared to run and I have two weeks to train. My PT and ortho have encouraged me to take it easy, run only three times a week.
An experienced coach told me I should not try and run the race. A good friend and training partner agreed. Two other people close to me, my husband and a great friend from college, think I know myself and I'll be just fine.
"You could run ten miles cold," my husband said. His confidence in me is a lighthouse in a storm of self-doubt.
Each run, I'm adding a mile. I'm keeping the pace easy and I'm hyper-sensitive to every twinge and ache.
Ultimately, the decision is up to me. I can choose to run the race or not, and only I will have to deal with the after-effects of my choice, good or bad. I'm visualizing success...and good luck.