Friday, November 2, 2018

NopeYC Marathon

I'm supposed to be running the New York City Marathon this weekend. Instead, I'm sitting in the airport lounge in Bogota, Colombia, waiting to head back to Colorado. I will not be running this weekend, and I haven't run at all since May.

It is frustrating as hell.


Last Sunday, I took a 45 minute walk along the Bogota roads, as on Sunday they close down major roads and allow bikers, runners and walkers to use them. I felt myself wanting to run, to join the crowd and just lope along.

But I didn't.

Because I'm still not healed.

As best I can tell, the stress fracture has shored up, but a blown disc in my back has resulted in another MRI, and a referral to a spine specialist, who apparently only calls me back when I'm not available and doesn't answer the phone any time I call. There is also the tear in the cartilage around the joint in my hip that concerns me. The doctor doesn't think its an issue, but I have pain that doesn't quite feel like it's coming from nerves and that has me concerned.

I just want to go for a fricking run.

This is not how I planned the year to go. The CO Marathon was the tune-up, I was going to spend the summer on the mountain with a goal to cut 7 minutes off my Pike's Peak time, and wear my finisher's jacket to the NYC Marathon. I would end the season in Central Park, take some rest time, and then start upping the mileage for a transition to Ultras.

I was going to run 40 miles on my 40th birthday. Now I'm just hoping I am ready to run 4 by then.

I have no idea if I will be able to run anything next year.

What if I can't ever run again?

I'm too young for this.

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