I’m running a half marathon, tomorrow, and this will be my last race of the year. While I don’t do a lot of racing, I try to run at least 1 half marathon a year. This will be my 12th overall and the second time I’ve run this half marathon in Indianapolis. I ran this race in 2010 when I was just getting started in my running career.
If you’ve been reading along, you would know that I have a goal to run 1000 miles in 2017. I am well ahead of that goal and, in fact, I had planned to blow past 1000 miles during this race. But my digestive tract had different plans. Last weekend, I contracted some type of stomach bug that decided to stay around for a few days than I would have liked. I was not able to run for 8 days, and missed about 20 miles of my normal running routine. It was so bad that I was contemplating not running tomorrow.
There are times, in life, when you can have the best-laid plans and goals and something beyond your control wipes them out. Throughout this 1000 mile journey, I have had some ups and downs, but this is the first time that injury/illness played a factor. But I planned for this. I have built up my mileage enough that taking 8 days off will not keep me from hitting this goal by the end of the year. I still plan on far exceeding it.
So while I won’t be breaking any personal goals or any land speed records, I am looking forward to running this race with a long-time friend of mine. I look forward to catching up with him, taking in the sights of the course, and enjoying some delicious Sun King beer at the finish line. I’ll reflect on this past year and think of how far I’ve come both physically and mentally on this journey and be grateful to be able to run. That alone is a gift.