Wednesday, June 12, 2013
The Audacity of a Naysayer
Someone had the audacity to tell me today that I would not be fit enough for a fall marathon. My typical response to stress or any obstacle is to get sad or withdrawn, but this just made me angry. What kind of runner just gives up on a goal before they even try? Need I remind this person that at this time last year I was hobbling around in the beginning stages of recovery for my broken ankle? How about the fact that on top of my broken ankle debacle, I had to basically take a month off of training in late June/early July, because I was anemic and dealing with other issues life threw my way. Somehow I still showed up in NYC (race or no race) ready to tear it up. I was fitter than ever, despite a horrendous spring. The analyst in me wants to yell at them for being so ignorant to the results of previous “comebacks” of mine, but more than that, I want to yell at them for being such a naysayer.
Any person who is determined to have great success in his or her lifetime is bound to experience some catastrophic rough patches. After all, how can you truly know that you are experiencing greatness without the pain that goes along with tragedy? When I became a runner, I did not just start running for the success and happy times. I became a runner, because it was the best analogy of life I have ever witnessed. Sometimes you make mistakes that are entirely your fault and you will have to suffer the consequences of your actions. A prime example is when I neglected to sleep my senior year of college and ended up with a femoral stress fracture. I have no one to blame for my stupidity, but myself. I am NOT superwoman. I cannot do everything. The worst is when life just throws you a curve ball when you least expect it and completely ruins your game plan. When I tripped and fell on a normal sidewalk and fractured my knee cap before the Olympic Trials, I was less angry about not being able to compete and more angry about the fact that I never even got the chance to make mistakes of my own doing. Fate stepped in and took away my Olympic dreams before they even began to mature. Despite the heartbreak that goes along with such incidents, every tear shed and dollar spent on rehab is worth it when I accomplish one of my long sought after goals
I cannot stand when people tell me to give up when an injury or bad circumstance comes my way. Would you just give up on life when you are in a tough position? We all flirt with the idea of giving up on life, but when push comes to shove, life keeps going and so will my running career. More than that, I plan to make the most of the rest of my running career and I have never been more determined to accomplish the goals I set for myself long ago. I didn’t think for a second it would be easy to make my dreams a reality, although I would be lying if I said they did not feel impossibly difficult at times. The challenge is what makes running fun. The heartbreak is what makes a PR so sweet when it finally comes. So, to that person who told me to give up hope... I cannot wait to prove you wrong.
On that note... does anyone have any fall races and marathon suggestions? I’d love to hear them!