Today, rather than running the Marine Corps Marathon, I stood at the end of the infamous bridge and cheered, both 10K and marathon runners. I had no regrets.
I watched people hobble and grimace, and I knew I would have been one of them, if I had even made it to mile 22. I had no regrets.
I was there to help old friends and new, and thousands of strangers, when they needed it. I had no regrets.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
I have decided that I won't be running the Marine Corps Marathon in three weeks, and I'm ok with it.
I think my last entry was a good therapy for me. Now, I can actually talk about the race without tears welling up. I can look forward to going out and cheering on my friends, rather than fear how I will feel seeing everything going on without being a part of it.
The reality is no matter how hard a decision this was to make, deep down, it was truly the right one. There are many other races in my future, and this insures that.
When my foot issues got bad in early September, I toyed with the idea of doing a November race instead, either Richmond or Philadelphia, but have since decided that would still be rushing myself. This can be such a long term, chronic condition, that I want to do everything I can to take care of it now rather than risk how bad it could get in the future.
So, for now, it's rest and planning out the journeys and adventures that await.