So, I contemplated not writing this post, but I felt it was best to be honest. Also, after reading Ashley’s post the other week and Theodora’s yesterday afternoon, I decided to let you know I didn’t end up running the Brooklyn Half yesterday morning. I feel no regret with my decision, although, after scrolling through my Facebook and Instagram deeds, I did feel a little bummed I missed out on the fun.
A few months ago, I planned for Brooklyn to be my goal race. I had started off my training pretty well, but never got in any runs longer than six miles. My goal wasn’t to PR, but more to gauge my fitness so I could be better prepared for when I kick off my NYC Marathon training. I was pretty excited to run the streets of Brooklyn!
I woke up Saturday morning around 5:45, made a cup of coffee and got dressed. I sat down to put on my running shoes and said to my friend Karen I really had no desire run the race. I just didn’t have it in me and knew since I was undertrained, I wouldn’t enjoy the race. After going back and forth for a few minutes, I decided not to run. I had every intention to run the race up until race morning. I knew it wouldn’t be pretty, but I never thought I wouldn’t run it. I felt a little guilty at first, then realized I had made the right decision. To be honest, I felt a little more embarrassed than guilty. Lots of friends and family were wishing me luck and I felt embarrassed telling them I hadn’t run. I don’t know why, since my friends and family are super supportive and they were even after I told them I didn’t run.
Karen and I ended up hitting the hotel gym for a sweat session before a delicious brunch and spending a few hours at the Met. We ended up having a great day and a fun weekend in Brooklyn.
Yesterday wasn’t my day and it made me realize how much work I have to do before getting to the start line in November. There will be more races over the next few months, so I’ll do my best not to dwell on my decision and focus on the future.