Missing the Inaugural Belfast Half Marathon And Running My Own Half Marathon With A Bad Neck.
I travelled up to Dunmurry to pick up my race pack for the Belfast Half Marathon yesterday afternoon, knowing that I had to go to the Manic Street Preachers gig in the Ulster Hall straight afterwards.
The gig itself was great. I was at the front row and spent most of it head banging.
This would be my great undoing come race day.
Missing the inaugural Belfast Half Marathon.
I awoke with my alarm at 6am and had a bit of a headache after the concert and the beer.
I’ve been way more hungover and still ran on race morning. Liverpool 2012 comes to mind. As does Edinburgh 2012.
As does ANY of my fucking races in 2012 for that matter.
This time however my neck was killing me.
I checked the train timetables for available services into Belfast, but the first one didn’t reach my local station until after the race began.
It’s then that I made the decision to go back to bed.
At the time I was kinda annoyed at myself for not checking the timetables beforehand, but I’m now thinking that it’s maybe better I didn’t do the half marathon.
The truth is that I haven’t recovered from the 50k yet.
It was only a fortnight ago tonight.
I need to have some down time otherwise I’ll go mad. It’s not healthy to be pushing myself into event after event like this.
That’s why going to the concert last night was a good thing. I’ve spent the last 7 months just saving myself for Sunday mornings.
I need to enjoy my life and not be such a fucking stiff. That’s why I just loved blowing off some steam just not caring about tomorrow for once.
Running with a really bad neck and a mild hangover.
A Sunday just isn’t a Sunday for me anymore without a run.
I went out this evening and ran 14.4 miles. This took so much effort as my neck hasn’t recovered from all of my headbanging. The only way I could run was by leaning my head to one side, like the dog in the photo below.
I must have looked a treat to the drivers who I was waving to all along the Knockagh Road.
Most of them waved back. Some of them beeped. They lifted my spirits when I needed it most.
Not giving in.
I started the run thinking that I couldn’t do anything to salvage a bad week. My head was pounding and the nagging pain in my neck made me wanna quit after the first mile.
But I stayed with it.
I’ve learned that as runners we aren’t defined by our best weeks, but by our worst ones and how we react to adversity. It’s easy to give in and accept that your week or month is finished, but it doesn’t have to be that way.
You can save your week by eating better or putting a bit more effort into your runs.
You don’t have to be perfect to make progress. You can get better, little by little by just keeping positive and searching for the light at the end of the tunnel.