Did. Not. Start.
Two weeks ago I came off a tough long run and started coughing. I thought pollen had hit the back of my throat, or worst case scenario some bugs had flown in my mouth. Gross, but no big deal. But the cough didn't let up, and by Wednesday I was leaving work early sick. Thursday was spent in bed, and although I started to feel better, I couldn't quite shake the rattle on my chest. Last Monday I thought I was on the mend, I ran for a little bit and felt fine, I was sure it'd be ok, so life got back to normal. Until Saturday morning. Five minutes of running and I felt like my lungs were trying to jump out my throat. Not exactly what you want a week before a marathon. A few calls later my Mum had told me I had no business running a marathon and a doctor had put me on antibiotics, concerned my infection was bacterial. I'd already started toying with the idea of withdrawing from Edinburgh, but now my gut knew it was the right thing to do. So I did it.
And you know what? It didn't feel bad.
The decision not to run actually feels pretty good. I'm listening to my body and what it needs, and have the confidence to follow through. So often I think we're afraid to follow through and commit to doing right by our selves, not least when it comes to running. Mindful movement is being in tune with your self, and putting your self first. No ego. Going with what I need is a relief, it gives my body the time and space I need to be sick and to recover. I'm less stressed because I'm not wondering if I'll be well in time, which should help my recovery over all.
I'm still headed to Edinburgh to hang out and cheer, I might even run the 5k if I feel like it, but if I don't that's cool too.
I might not take away a medal from this marathon, but I have become a better runner, which is what marathon training is all about. Strong Mind. Strong body. A mindful mover.
*image: Anna Rachel Photography