This post was supposed to be a race recap of the inaugural Franklin Lakes Half.
I was supposed to write about how much fun it was to run a race in my hometown, when I struggled through the mile in high school and briefly joined the track team only to remember I hated running.
I was supposed to write about how 3 miles used to be such an unattainable distance for me, but that today I ran it as a warm-up for a half so that I could get in a total of 16 miles for the day.
I was supposed to write about how I practiced my marathon goal pace for 13.1 miles.
I was supposed to write about how much fun it was for my parents to cheer me on in my hometown.
But life doesn’t always go the way it’s supposed to, does it??
Yesterday I came out to my parents’ and had a bit of a sore throat. Maybe I was just a little dehydrated, I thought. My nose was a little stuffy, but maybe it was just allergies.
I went to sleep before 10, hoping that all I needed was a good night’s rest.
I woke up this morning at 6, and my throat felt raw and dry, and I couldn’t stop sneezing. I thought maybe I just needed some water, and I’d feel better. I laid in bed debating with myself whether this was something I should push through, or something that would make me worse.
But I had a good week of running, and I was going to get to nearly 40 miles this week.
But it’s so close to the marathon.
But I really wanted to run this race.
Maybe I could skip the 3-mile warmup and just run the 13.1. Maybe I could start and then drop out if I really had to.
I probably could have completed the race still, but I knew that another 2.5 hours of running would be worse for my immune system (anything above 90 minutes compromises your immunity, not enhances it. Exercise also reduces your zinc levels, and zinc helps keep your immune systems strong, so I’m sucking on a zinc drop right now.)
I have a big Junior League presentation to the board tomorrow and a big meeting this week. I have a big goal on November 3 and several more weeks of peak training to get through.
It sucked and it was disappointing to sit out today’s race (especially when my mom and I had to drive across the race to get to CVS to pick up some vitamins and DayQuil), but I think it’s worth it in the long run.
Have you ever DNS-ed a race?