For the first half of the year, the majority of races were 5ks. Twice, I ran three races in a weekend. It seemed pretty badass at the time.
My real mission there was to keep reinforcing my newfound interest in fitness. Have a race/fitness plan, and work it. In response to a friend asking me why, I said I was the youngest I was ever going to be. And thus I did it.
I took few chances. The Ragnar Relay in May 2016 was a bit of a chance in that I was saying I’ll run 16 miles in 24 hours, something I’d never done, but other than that it wasn’t a stretch goal The real goal was getting the number in. That would require being injury free. And I was.
In October, I ran my first half marathon after an entire week of preparation.
I lost exactly no races to injury. None.
In 2017 I decided to change up. Last year I found myself focused on the NUMBER of races, and I got those in. Hell, I destroyed the goal by 150%. This year I decided on miles. Training miles. Racing miles. Whatever. I promised myself I would try things I could fail at. In January, I DNF’d for the very first time, but it was gratifying.
I COULD have finished, but there was a Nor’Easter blowing in. It took me twice as long to drive home as it did to drive there. The trail was covered in ice and snow. The better part of valor, though, was to say, I’m out.
Sure, this year I’ve run 5ks. Did pretty good at them too! But this was the year I was doing distance. On January 1, I ran a 5-Mile Race. Then 15k, a combination 13.1, , 10 miler…a 50k…that this time I did finish. A Ragnar Ultra team. It’s been amazing.
Last weekend I ran the hardest race I’ve ever run. It was truly a race that I wasn’t sure that I would be able to finish (One of my goals for the year was to do things I wasn’t sure I’d finish). 6000′ of elevation gain over 31+ miles. 4/5 stars difficulty, technical, and the like. It was no joke.
I completed it. My second ultramarathon this year…my second ultramarathon ever. It wasn’t fast, it wasn’t competitive, it wasn’t pretty. But I finished.
But I broke my foot.
This past week has been tough. I’ve been largely sedentary, my toe hurts like a mother. I mean, bad. I’ve been to the E/R, I’ve been to the hospital, I’ve had no less than 7 X-rays on it, I’m scheduled for a CT scan and surgery next week. It’s FUBAR and bad. That race will cost me no less than 3 more races. I insist it was 100% the right decision to push through and complete the race, but I’m disappointed that I can’t work my plan.
My friends all had wonderful and kind things to say to me about my race total goal last year. By the end, I was dismissing their kind words with disclaimers such as “they’re mostly 5k’s…” or “my time wasn’t that good…”
Boy was I wrong, and here’s why. You have to maintain health and physical ability to be able to run a race total goal. My 2017 goal was miles – I’m likely to hit that goal, even though I’m likely to wind up out of commission for a month. If I had taken a month out of my running schedule last year, I may not have hit my goal – July 2016 represented no less than 11 races alone.
66 races in a calendar year – more than 70 if I was holding to my February-January year – was a feat not because of the difficulty of the race, but because of the difficulty of staying healthy over that period of time.
As I now nurse my foot, and pinkie toe the size of my thumb that’s preventing me from participating my favorite races – a Spartan race and a fundraising triathlon – I have to remind myself that yeah, 66 races is pretty badass.
With my one race last Saturday, I equalled 10 of my 2016 races – One 50k vs. 10-5k’s, but they’re different races with different skill sets. My goal this year is mileage, but the importance of acknowledging what’s been accomplished remains huge. I’m racking up miles this year – and I’ll be hitting hit more than ever once I’m recovered – but one can rack up a lot of miles pretty quickly. To hit X number of races over a year requires stamina, but also staying power.
Lesson learned. Staying power, doing those weekly 5k every Saturday is important. It means you’ve made it through another week. That you’ve outlasted everyone else sleeping in.
The number, then, is just as important as the mileage. Don’t belittle your accomplishments, no matter how small. There’s a lot that goes into every single one. Take none of it for granted.