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Tough race, Tough love…

I really wanted to start each post with a song lyric, but I swear every song I think of is some kind of love song… do I not listen to anything else?

Regardless, the ING Miami Marathon was a tough race, but an overall great trip. We made it in the nick of time to the expo on Saturday where I was super excited to see my name on the wall! I was also super excited to see how great my bib looked! From there we met up with some of my teammates for our pasta dinner and early night back to the hotel.

The Metromover in Miami is amazing! We stayed about a mile from the start line and with the Metromover running every five minutes starting at 4:30am, I was able to leave around 4:45 from the hotel and make it over to the start to meet up with my team by 5:15. With most of us together, we got some quick photos in and all hurried into our corrals. The temperatures at this point before the sun was already in the mid-70s. I felt the humidity in the air and for the first half, I felt like my head was burning up. Here are some thoughts that went through my mind that day…

BIG disappointment is how I felt when I finished. I knew I mentally I broke down, but how could I let myself do that? I ran faster in Philadelphia with injury. I mean I know it was a lot hotter than the 16 degree weather we were training in and I know that I just ran two marathons in the course of two months and with my injury, I trained for less than a month for this race. I know, no excuses. But really, I can run 26.2 miles straight, no walking, why did I give in? Running is 90% mental and 10% physical.
However, I felt much better as soon as I saw my teammate, Julio and then Josh made his over to the finish. Over iMessage, my mother-in-law said to me that she knew I’d be disappointed and somehow that made me feel better too. Then I talked to my mom, and she’s like, “Why are you done so soon?” Oh mom, clearly you’re weren’t tracking me as closely as you said you would! 
Regardless, the next couple of hours after the marathon were actually pretty amazing. I was able to walk, a big difference from Philadelphia. The weather was warm and we were able to stay outside and watch the rest of the team finish. The next day was even better, most of the team spent it on the beach and over “refreshing” drinks in South Beach reminiscing about the brutal, flat, scenic course and our training to get to this point. What a team, I have truly have the best team ever!
Days later, we’re back in the cold and I am swapping emails with my teammate (who shall remain nameless here, but she knows who she is!) and she’s like, “I’m thinking about signing up for Providence full.” Too bad she couldn’t see me, because my jaw dropped! She’s the one who originally said one marathon was enough. So we swap some more messages, and we both agree that maybe our bodies have had enough but our brains still want more. I sign up for a couple more shorter NYRR races – you know a 5K and 4-miler are short… a year ago, if you told me I’d think like that I’d tell you, you were crazy.
Brain still not fulfilled. I am swapping messages with another teammate and I’m sharing my thoughts on this with him. Of course, he’s like let’s sign up for Jersey Shore half-marathon and I’m like, ugh, no, I’m already running two half marathons in March and April. The half is not as much fun and waiting until November to run a full seems so far away. (Someone please remind me how I felt starting at mile 13 on this race.) He’s like, yeah, let’s definitely run the full in May… haha, okay, compulsive me didn’t sign up for the race yet. I promised I’d think about it but I don’t handle peer pressure very well. Tough love, huh? I drag my brain and body through months of training, a disappointing race, and I want to run another one? Clearly, this is the thought process of an addicted and insane runner!
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