Patience has never been my virtue. Running has helped temper my anxiousness, because it requires a certain kind of patience, but even running is a cause for my anxiety of late.
At the beginning of 2014, I joined a group of Twitter friends in a goal to run 1,000 miles this year. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and a very achievable one, since I ran 960 miles in 2013. (Side note: STILL hanging on to the disappointment that 40 mile deficit, as I realized my shortcomings on December 30 – until that point, I had NO idea I was that close!) So I readily signed up for this challenge, excited about the accomplishment to follow. Then, life happened. I had determined that I needed to average around 84 miles/month to stay on track for this goal. I was under the miles I needed in 4 of the first 5 months of the year. May was a TERRIBLE month, with a measly 37 miles. May was a TERRIBLE month altogether, because that was the month that I finally admitted I was injured and needed help which resulted in a trip to the doctor and 2 weeks of no running. <Insert insane runner here.> When I began running again in June, I was restricted (ok, I can NOW admit this was a good thing, but at the time was furious about it) and so June’s numbers were low as well. I resigned myself to the reality that I would fall short of this goal. And even though I had a very good and understandable reason for missing it, this still nagged at me. Fast forward through Fall marathon training and I have found myself in a place where this goal is within my reach! But it isn’t a sure thing. It all depends on how many miles I have actually logged by the end of the day on December 14 (which, if you haven’t heard, is my marathon day!!!), since I’m not sure how long I will take off after the race. To date, I am at 884.5 miles for the year, and by my best calculations have around 100 miles to left in training to run, including my race. So surely I can tack 15 miles on somewhere! I keep telling myself not to think about this; to focus on training smart and running a smart race. But let’s face it; I’m Jen and this is what I do: focus on insignificant things, lack patience and self-control and end up injured.
Believe it or not, I have tried hard not to talk about my marathon training 24/7 and even feel like I have done a pretty good job up to this point. Now that the LAST long run is looming on the horizon, I am starting to get excited; REALLY excited and anxious and nervous and a lot of other emotions I am unable to label. And so I find myself thinking about those 26.2 miles ALL THE TIME! The suspense is killing me, literally, because I am so ready to run! As a result, I’m probably going to be posting about it a lot. I can’t help myself! Have I mentioned – only 24 more days?!?
One of the most meaningful things for me about running the Dallas Marathon is the charity that the race supports, Texas Scottish Rite Hospital for Children. The sad thing is that the race route usually passes the hospital, but doesn’t this year because of road construction in the area. (Honestly, there isn’t one road in all of North Texas that isn’t under some sort of construction right now.) Scottish Rite is well-known for its specialty work in orthopedics and that no child is ever charged for services provided by the hospital. Scottish Rite has a special place in my heart for another reason – their dyslexia program. Many schools in Texas use the Scottish Rite program to remediate students diagnosed with dyslexia, including the school district in which I work. Parents can even take their children to Scottish Rite for diagnosis and treatment, if needed. And, just in case you aren’t familiar with dyslexia, here are some facts that you need to know: dyslexia affects roughly 10% of the population, dyslexic people have above average IQs, and having dyslexia doesn’t mean a person can not read – they just use a different part of their brain to read, which requires some additional training to achieve fluency. Can you tell I am a little passionate about this subject?
My oldest, Taylor, was diagnosed with dyslexia when she was in 3rd grade. I had my suspicions up to that point, but she was so smart that she had been able to fool everyone and compensated by memorizing everything. The reading transition in 3rd grade caused her some struggle, but luckily she had a teacher who was very aware of dyslexia and pushed to have her tested. She was placed almost immediately in the dyslexia program. Long story short, Taylor put in a lot of hard work throughout her elementary school years and the Scottish Rite program gave her the tools she needed to be successful. She graduated 7th in her class and is now a math major maintaining close to 4.0 in college while tutoring in the math lab. (Just a few more of the reasons that I am proud of her!) I am so thankful for all of the research and continued commitment to dyslexia at Scottish Rite Hospital, and I am honored that the race I’m about to run will help them continue their work!
Finally, I went for my weekly pre-marathon session with my myofascia guy last evening. When I told him that I thought I should just move in with him until the marathon was over, he laughed! It’s important to note that he didn’t say, “No”, so I feel there is still a chance this could happen! He spent half the time on my gimp calf. You know, the one I messed up when I refused to stop on that 22-miler. (Oops, I may not have shared that part!) It was hard for me to admit that I needed some help with my calves. I’ve NEVER had calf issues and I have taken great pride in it. In addition, he said 99% of the people he sees have issues on the outside of the calf, while my issue was on the inside. Just proof that nothing is ever normal with me, as if any of you needed proof in the first place.
I’ll leave you with the obligatory selfie, and the only reason I’m sharing is because I LOVE this shirt! You can get your own at Texas Humor 🙂
Happy Hump Day!