“Tarzan” and “Jane” and I can’t get enough of “Cutthroat Kitchen.” It’s a show on the Food Network where the chefs compete against each other and try to derail one another with sabotages. On last night’s episode, for example, one chef had to do all her food prep in a La-Z-Boy recliner. I love the idea behind the show: Can you succeed no matter what’s thrown at you? I believe so, although sometimes you have to redefine your definition of “success.”
A few weeks ago I started to run the California International Marathon but I didn’t finish. Like those crazy cooks on “Cutthroat Kitchen,” I, too, was handed sabotage on race day — Tarzan’s (my son’s) stomach bug. He was sick on Monday; my husband got it Thursday; and it hit me inconveniently Sunday in Sacramento. I almost never stop for Porta Potties during races but by Mile 8, I knew I was in trouble. I was in pain and the potty line at the Mile 8 aid station practically stretched back to San Francisco!
I’m not sure how I held it together between miles 8 and 9, but I did. During that time I frantically searched for anywhere discreet to pull off. Just after mile 9 I spotted a gas station and I made a dash for it. I won’t go into the details but let’s just say nothing good ever happens or ends in a gas station bathroom.
Clammy, green and sick, I faced a hard choice in that dirty, smelly stall: Should I keep going, knowing that my race goal was slipping and I would likely get sicker by the mile, or should I stop in hopes of salvaging the bigger picture? I choose the latter. Disappointment does not begin to define my feelings at that moment or even now. I had kicked butt in training but now bad luck had kicked me back.
I’ve trained for and run many races and I’ve learned this: You can train hard and plan well, and yet there are still two things that can “sabotage” your race day goals: 1) The weather; and 2) Injury or sickness. I won’t dwell on happened to me at CIM. I’ll simply chalk it up to experience and move on. I read a quotation by Jilliam Michaels recently that said something like, “a bad day for the ego is often a good day for the soul.” That is how I am treating my lost race goals in Sacramento. I still made it to Mile 9 under bad circumstances.
I mentioned earlier that sometimes you have to redefine success for yourself so here’s my truth now. I’m in my late 40s and for the past several months I’ve been running 50-55 miles a week consistently and hitting my interim goals extremely well along the way. To me, that is a measure of success no one or no thing or circumstance can take away from me. Dec. 7, 2014, just wasn’t “my day” but today and tomorrow will be. There will be more races and successes for me in my future.
Right before I ran CIM someone who’s coached me recently and who I consider a good friend gave me this sound advice: Be fierce and go after what you love and want in this crazy world. I have thought about those words a lot in the last few weeks and here’s more of my truth. I’m going to go back to writing about the things I like and what I hope inspires you, too — the everyday trials and tribulations most of us face in training, running, parenting and in life. I’ll also return to writing profiles about other midlife marathoners who’ve qualified for Boston before like me.
My goal for 2015 is finding and protecting my fierce, whether it’s in running, in writing or in life. I can assure you, nothing, not even a stomach bug, will sabotage my success in doing so in the long run. Sometimes, whether it’s in “Cutthroat Kitchen” or in life you have to be fierce, but not to please others, but because the fire and passion resides within you.
The New Year, 2015, is around the corner. Bring on fierce!
“Aging is inevitable but growing old is a choice. Lace you your shoes and let’s go!”
Mileage today: 18: Mileage for 2014: 1819.