You’re Cut Off
I went out for my Team in Training run on Saturday, as I always do. It was a sneakily grueling one — somewhere between 9.1 and 9.8 miles, depending on which GPS you use — that’s downhill on the way out, and uphill on the way back.
This was my test run, the one to see if I could hit the very slow 13:47/mile necessary to meet the 3-hour course cutoff in Nürnberg next month.
Not even close.
If I can maintain the pace that I ran on Saturday, I will miss the cutoff by a whopping 16 minutes.
Yes, I know that I’ve been injured. Yes, I know that I’ve really only been running for about three weeks. Yes, I know that considering the pain that I’ve been in with my IT band, I should be thrilled to think that I could even attempt 13.1 miles at all.
And yet, I’m completely demoralized.
So now I have to make some choices. Do I start the race and suffer the humiliation of being pulled off-course? Do I ask to switch to the 10k and hope that I can stay on pace for the shorter distance? Or do I just go to Nürnberg, play tourist for the day and pretend that the half marathon isn’t even happening?
I haven’t made any decisions yet, and I’m sort of in denial that I have to decide at all. It’s strange: I’m never a fast runner, but I’m slow and steady enough that I never had any fear of failure. This is new. This sucks.
Any advice for a demoralized runner?