My 2013 Goal
|January 3, 2013||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
Every Christmas morning, my brother and I head out for a run together. For the past four years, I’ve been on one of my (or straight up the) first run back after recovering from an injury.
This year was no different. Thanks, bitch ribs.
While not every injury I’ve suffered from has been the result of running or overtraining, it’s probably not just a coincidence that I’ve found myself in a boot or on crutches at the end of nearly every year since I started racing.
These injuries are probably also not totally unrelated to the gianormous number of goals I set at the beginning of every year and the speed at which I try and achieve them (pun intended).
My MO tends to be: run race (usually at least 26.2 miles long), don’t allow myself time to recover, register for my next big race on my smart phone on the drive home, immediately race again, either to try and be faster, run longer or to redeem a poor performance. Then repeat all year long until I get booted with a stress fracture or five.
50 miler, 2 marathons and an ultra relay all in a month. Is anyone else downright SHOCKED that I ended up injured?
You would think I would learn my lesson after cycling through 4 or 5 years of this. But no. Clearly not. (See: aforementioned bitch ribs.)
When I quit triathlons after my ironman to focus on running, I thought I had finally identified a cure for my severe case of Wants-To-Do-Too-Much-Endurance-Sportzitis. Stop swim, bike, running, just run.
But then I found ultras. And longer ultras. And faster ultras. And ultra relays.
When I finished my 50 miler, which was supposed to be my final big race for the year, I waited a whopping week before I tried a tempo run and significantly less time before I was signed up for my next goal marathon. My original plan for 2013 involved PRing in a marathon, racing a 50 miler, and maybe even attempting a 100…all before the end of July. Basically, I wanted a VIP ticket for the express train to Injury Town.
And then I got injured. Realized I was setting myself up for another one mile long Christmas Morning recovery run in December 2013 and took my rib injury as a cue that I need to slow the fuck down and focus on what I really want from racing.
During my terribly depressing weeks away from running, I made a list of goals. When I started it, I thought it would be my 2013 list. But then I stopped being an idiot and realized that I can’t healthily tackle such a ridiculous volume of running goals in 12 short months. And also that I don’t need to. My running career is not ending on December 31, 2013.
So now I have a list of lifetime goals. It’s exciting. And ridiculous. And hilariously ambitious. I’ll share it with you all when you need a good laugh.
But for 2013, I only have one.
And after hours and hours and miles and miles of thinking about it, I know what I want the most:
(In case you aren’t fluent in finish line clock, that’d be a sub 3 hour marathon)
Game on, 2013. Game fucking on.