Let’s have a little chat, shall we? Or rather, let me make a statement because this isn’t really something we’re going to discuss and/or talk about. It’s just going to happen.
I’m not running Boston.
Okay, okay, I know what you’re thinking…duh, Susan! Over the past month, there’s been very little running talk and much more talk about lower back pain. You probably all saw this coming. I mean, I did too, but I didn’t want to admit it. Whenever people at work asked me about my next marathon and my current injury, I would say, “Well, I’m not running now, and I can’t race Boston, but I’m hoping to still run it.”
I can’t even make it to the end of my street without extreme pain in my back. It’s getting worse, not better. Needless to say, I’ll be on the sidelines again this year. I’d be lying if I said that part of me doesn’t even want to go to Boston. I’m really quite upset about this injury and how nothing seems to be making it better. I had really high hopes and big goals for this marathon, and there’s not even a chance of it happening. I kind of want to book a flight to somewhere warm and forget all about this with a frozen drink in my hand.
The truth is I’ll probably put on my big girl pants and head up to Boston. I had an awesome time spectating last year, and one of my awesome friends from college, despite not being a runner, loves Marathon Monday. As in, this will be the third year I’ll be taking over her apartment for marathon madness. In addition to being an awesome friend, she’s an amazing spectator and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather
run drive along the course and cheer with.
In Ashland last year with Amy!
Plus, Amy informed me that she still has our signs (I think we made eight of them…) from last year. I like to think that we’re some of the best cheerers Boston has to offer.
Kisses for PRs! And James’s amazingly elementary sign.
Best. Sign. EVER.
So. It’s a fun weekend. Tons of runners I know and bloggers go. James is running again this year, so we’ll be following him. (It might be hard since there are rumors of trying for 2:45…) I’ve been up to Boston multiple times and have yet to go to Harpoon, home to my favorite beer. Rumor has it (or, James told me) that the expo appears to have moved close to the brewery, so we’ll definitely be hitting that up. And Sam Adams has a marathon beer this year. So if you can’t run, you might as well drink. Yes? It’ll be a fun weekend, but I may have to pack some tissues in my pocket.
so what’s going on?
People keep asking me what’s going on with my back…and the truth is that I have no idea. I’ve done so much to try and help it (including lots of nothing, thank you, rest), but it’s getting worse. I can’t run at all. I started physical therapy last week but my insurance is either not covering it or is taking their sweet time approving it. If they want me to say my back hurts at work (yes, I move 300 pound people on a regular basis, I’m sure that has nothing to do with it), then I’ll do it. It’s silly for it not to be approved just because it’s a running injury.
Otherwise…the gym. I went to the pool yesterday and swam for 45 minutes. I like swimming more than the elliptical, although the gym with the pool is about a twenty minute walk away while the normal gym is about a block away. It’s less fun to spend as much time getting to and from the gym as you do working out.
so what’s the big deal?
Someone recently asked me why I’m so upset that I’m not running Boston. It’s just a race, right? And haven’t you run Boston before?
Hold up, friends.
It’s not necessarily about running Boston. While I know that tons of people work really hard to qualify (I know I did!) and that it’s an awesome race that is fun to run, this was about more than that. I had big goals. Lauren and I had plans to run 3:10 together. My training was going really well. I don’t really run marathons just to run them…I like to race them. See how fast I can go. This was going to be a great opportunity to try and push myself with an excellent runner by my side.
I know that there will be other marathons (…well, I hope. This back isn’t exactly on the path to a speedy recovery) and other races and it’s not that last time I’ll ever have the chance to run with Lauren. But anyone who runs marathons, or any race that requires a long training period, knows how disappointing it can be to not even make it to the starting line. And that’s why I’m upset.
getting over it
I’ve gotten so much support from readers, Facebookers, tweeters, and other people who are injured or have been in the past. It means a lot. I got home from work the other morning and this tweet popped up:
Thanks for thinking of me! I’ll take any miles people want to dedicate to my silly lower back.
I’ve also done a really awesome amount of eating my feelings. I think I’ve had pizza every night for the past week. (Don’t judge.) Solemate breakfast with Betsy last Saturday. Posto and froyo with Meggie and Jocelyn last night. (Yes, we got pineapple and bacon pizza, and yes, it was delicious.)
It’s impossible not to feel better after froyo and listening to Meggie talk about the South.
I know this is just a setback in the grand scheme of life, but I think I’m allowed to be upset about it. Running isn’t something I do for exercise, it’s something I really, really like to do. In discussing injury with Ben (in Israel!), he said, “I can not even imagine you with no running.“ That’s about right. I’m not enjoying it. But I know I’ll be back there (not) soon enough.
In the meantime, let me know if you want froyo. Or if you want Harpoon in Boston. I’m flexible.