About six months ago I registered for a race. This wasn’t just any race however, I registered for the Endless Summer 6-Hour Run, an ultramarathon.
My good friend Mosi is the race director and the proceeds benefit the Semper Fi Fund, his charity of choice. This is the 3rd annual race and the previous two years I was unable to run it due to other commitments. This year I put it on my calendar early and looked forward to finally running it.
After I returned from vacation at the end of May I knew it was time to ramp up my mileage. Due to an injury earlier in the year my mileage had only just returned to its normal 30 miles a week so once home from Peru I knew it was time to crank it up. And then last week my knee caused me problems. Again. So I backed off on the mileage and started doing my exercises. And things are feeling good again.
But now it’s the end of June and I’ve only got four weeks till the race. Not only that but next week I’ll be out of state visiting some friends and family and so while I intend on running (in hopefully cooler weather!), I don’t envision getting in any long runs while I’m there. Which means I would return and only have three weeks to try to ramp up my mileage enough to compete in a 6-hour race.
If I were in peak shape and my knee were feeling 100% I would consider doing it. Unfortunately that’s not where I’m at right now and I can’t risk injuring myself again for this race. So with a sad heart I emailed Mosi and told him I was withdrawing from the race and to give my spot to the next person waitlisted. I know it’s the right decision, the smart decision, but still, it sucks. There was a time when I would have just powered through the training and powered through the race but having suffered my first ever running injury this year I’m just not willing to do it anymore. I guess with age and experience come wisdom, right?