And… now that I have your attention…
Post Santa Hustle recap.
Three years ago I had my first Did Not Finish and it was the Santa Hustle and I beat myself pretty badly because I could not finish the race. I was 6 weeks out from gallbladder surgery and I really had no business trying to do the race.
Today I had my second.
And I’m not beating myself up so much this time.
In fact, I’m sitting at home right about the time I should have gotten home from racing… I’m warm and am drinking my tea and I have had a nice hot bath and I feel pretty darn good.
Today, I chose to be prudent and not continue the race. I made it three miles. I got through the park and I still felt really good (I could have finished, I feel really good). I fell, though, twice in the park in the slippy mooshy slop that the salt created, my feet were completely soaked as were my pants. I was dead last coming out of the park and if I had stayed on my time, I would have finished an hour behind the next runner up if not 90 minutes.
It was 23 degrees.
They probably would have hung around for me to finish, but guilt would have been my constant companion most of the way.
And it was 23 degrees and I had wet shoes, socks and pants.
I’m pretty sure I would have ended up sick.
As it is, I will be favoring my knee pretty good for a few days from where I landed on the wet concrete.
But, I started, which is better than about 2/3 of the people who signed up for the race. There were less than a third the typical herd.
I almost went home before I started but I love the race and I love the snow and I love Lake Erie and to have all of them in one place… it was just too good to pass up.
I am impressed this year with the race layout in the park, though. At the water stop in the park there was a porta-potty. That was a first.
No one was stopping for water or cookies or M&Ms.
But the park in the snow was something to see. AND they replaced the “Cedar Point” sound track with Christmas music which was a nice change this year.
I didn’t need to get sick. Bear didn’t need to get sick being there supporting me. And I couldn’t bring myself to make people hang out in the freaking cold and 18 mile an hour wind to hand me a medal long after the next person had crossed.
So I quit.
And I’m remarkably not too broken up about it.
Next year’s races I think I will do very different
I’m looking forward to a couple of the Hermes races in Cleveland. One in April in Edgewater park and one in Rocky River later in the year. I will do the Christmas Story House race next year because I really really loved that race.
And I think I’m going to be good to myself and accept that there are just times when it is better to quit than to be stubborn and push ahead.