So this weekend I was supposed to run Hood To Coast but if you recall from here, I decided to listen to my body, particularly my knees, and sit this year out. And guess what? It sucked. No matter how much I tried to tell myself that it was for the best, that I got to have a nice relaxing weekend at home, that I didn’t have to share stinky port-o-potties with thousands of strangers, that I got to sleep in my own bed instead of the hard ground in Mist, it didn’t matter. I didn’t feel better for staying home. I felt sad. Every time I opened up Facebook, Instagram or Twitter, there it was. My husband and my friends…out there running 197 miles from Mt. Hood to downtown Portland to St. Helen’s, to Mist, to Astoria, to Seaside.
That girl on the left, that was my spot. And when they all stopped over at the house Friday night after their first leg to shower I pretended I was ok. Told everyone I was loving having a nice night in. That I wasn’t envious of their next leg because your second leg was always the worst. Lies. I so desperately wanted to be out there because no matter how much that middle of the night run sucked, the 3rd leg made up for it. That last leg that you run on autopilot and fumes because you know when you’re done with it, it’s over. You did it. And that incredible sense of accomplishment and teamwork at the end, at the beach, more than make up for whatever pain/stress/lack of sleep/stomach ailments and blisters that preceded it.
I missed Hood to Coast.
But instead, this is what I did:
- 1/4 frozen banana
- 1/2 cup frozen blackberries
- 2 tablespoons white chocolate peanut butter
- 1 cup spinach
- 1 & 1/2 cup unsweetened vanilla almond milk
Tried a new breakfast.
- 2 eggs + 2 egg whites
- 1 cup spinach
- 1 cup chopped red, orange & yellow peppers
Microwave for 3 minutes. Top with Frank’s Hot Sauce
- Saturday: levels 3, 2, & 1 of Jillian’s Ripped in 30
- Sunday: 45 minute slow jog on the treadmill
All in all, certainly not a bad weekend. And if it was on any other weekend I would have been stoked. Almost 2 full days all to myself. To do absolutely nothing. But the fact that it had to happen on a weekend where I really wanted to be doing something else somewhere else was tough.
Chris and I talked about it when he got home and he suggested I try running it one more time next year. That I take leg 4 (which is the only leg I think I could do because it has the longest run 1st), that I listen to my body and that I fully decide at the end of next year if I really am done for good. But it’s not even that I need to try one more time to see if I can do it. I know I could do it. It’s me, having to decide if one year from now it will really be worth it to have to start all over. Again. To have to go back to physical therapy, to quit running for months, be in pain when I walk up and down stairs. To spend every “cardio” day on the bike. Instead of where I am this year. Where I will actually be able to enjoy a couple runs in the fall. To only have to go to acupuncture once a month instead of once a week. To be able to do lunges.
Who am I kidding. Watching the leaves change color while you run is overrated. The bike’s not that bad. And side leg series in pilates tones your butt just as good as any lunge could. Now that I know what it’s like not running Hood To Coast, you can be sure that if we get a team for 2013 I’ll be on it :)