When It's Just Not Your Day September 06 2015

If you run a lot of races, it's easy to believe that you know what to expect, especially if you've run the race before.  Some days, it's just not your day, and you won't have a great race.  It happens to the best of us -- weather conditions, illness or injury can seriously affect your run.  But how you react to it is completely in your control.

I woke up this morning for today's half marathon with an aching head, and tired body.  I hadn't partied the night before -- it was a virus, and it had taken hold.  I felt miserable.  I didn't want to get dressed, let alone run a half marathon, but what I did want were the medals!

I got dressed in my Run For Our Sons team jersey and my favorite Happy Puppies shorts, and headed out the door.  Slowly, ever so slowly, I made it to my corral.  At the start, it seemed to take a Herculean effort to propel my body forward.  Mile after mile I slogged my way, running my intervals.  Finally, at mile 6, I told Mary that I didn't think that I could run anymore.  Mary was sick as well, and once we calculated the time cushion we had built by running, we knew that we would be fine and finish in plenty of time.

As we walked, my legs felt heavier and heavier, but we trudged on.  At mile 10, Mary looked at me and asked if I was alright.  At that point, I let her know how horrible I truly felt.  At mile 5, I started to question whether I would be able to finish.  I really wanted to just sit down on a bus and wait for someone to pick me up.

And then I thought about the shirt that I was wearing.  I am a part of a team that is working to fund research that could ultimately cure Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, a progressive muscle wasting disease that is 100% fatal, and has no treatment at all, let alone a cure.  These boys' muscles are wasting away, and their life expectancy with excellent care only reaches into their twenties.  How could I give up when these boys are counting on me?

The back of my shirt reads "Going the distance to end Duchenne."  If I sat down, I would not have gone the distance.  I knew that I had to finish the entire race.  And I did.  I was slow, and definitely not steady, but I finished.  

I promise boys, I'll never give up.  I will keep running until that cure has been found.