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Week in Re/Preview

Posted Mar 11 2013 7:20pm

Last week I ran a whopping 6 miles! Go me!

dailymile - 3/4/2013 to 3/10/2013dailymile – 3/4/2013 to 3/10/2013

Excuses are like armpits, everyone has them and they all stink. The basic gist is that the weather sucked this weekend. It rained and hailed all day on Friday. Saturday and Sunday were windy and I wasn’t taking the baby out in that. So I just didn’t run.

And my post last Friday about supply issues and how I had said I was going to taper, well… that helped motivate me to NOT run. And my supply seemed to be up by the end of the weekend, that was awesome.

But then today rolled around and I realized that I could probably slip out mid-morning to make up my long run and not taper quite yet. So I set out to try doing 10-11 miles.

I was running and caught my toe on the edge of a crack in the sidewalk. I flew forward, right into a bush on the side of the road. After landing in the bush, I then tumbled into the decorative rocks. I cut up my right hand, had to pull little sticker-y bush pieces out of my leg and butt and knocked my hat off in the fall. I felt like a fool, there were cars driving by and I know people saw me. After I got up, I turned around and ran back home, thus my run was just 5 miles.

Hand wounds

But as I ran home, blood pooling up in my hand and dripping on the sidewalk as I went along, I started to get a little teary eyed. This tripping stuff has been happening too often. It’s something that has happened on almost all of my postpartum long runs toward the end. Never in the middle like this. (Hell, this wasn’t even quite in the middle, this was at about the 3 mile mark!) I usually catch myself before falling all the way to the ground too. When I trained for my marathons, toward the end of 18-20 mile runs, if I got really tired and was low on fuel I would start to drag my feet. I think that’s what is happening now. I just don’t know if my body has the energy for this now, no matter how hard I try to fuel myself properly. It scares and frustrates me!

I can't keep calm because I have anxiety Source: lookhuman.com via Jill on Pinterest

I looked and I’m past the point of being able to get a partial refund for my race or even deferring the entry. Thus I guess I’m still going to do it, but when I got home I was fully at peace with the idea of getting out of the race (with the expectation that I could take advantage of the deferment policy). I want to look forward to the event, but I’m not at all. Everything about traveling for work the days before, traveling to the race and doing this all with baby stresses me out to the max. I don’t know how to not freak out about this. So that’s what I’m doing… stressing and getting more nervous and anxious by the days.

I wasn’t going to write about this, I was going to “save face” and not let you all know how clumsy I am. But I’m frustrated and nervous about my race now. Plus it usually feels good to get that stuff off my chest and I usually get some good advice or reassurance. I just feel so out of my element as a full-time worker, mother, runner, wife, human being… I feel a little like shell of my former self, the self that I was just starting to re-discover before I got pregnant. There are good times and my baby makes me so happy. But I am also so sad at the same time. How is that possible, to be happy and sad at the same time? It’s ridiculous.

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