A 20 Mile ‘Run’ With A 5 Cent Head

C’mon, Meat! Throw it! You know you’re not gonna hit me, cause you’ve already started to think about it, eh?! Thinkin’ about how embarrassing it would be to miss in front of all these people, how somebody might laugh?! Come on, meat, show us that million-dollar arm, ‘Cause I got a good idea about that five-cent head of yours!”

– Crash Davis to Nuke LaLoosh, “Bull Durham”

I gave up. I’m so ashamed of myself.

When the Garmin finally beeped 20 miles and I pushed the stop button, I took off my cap, put my hands on my knees and said out loud, “Fuck! Fuck this fucking run!”

That about sums it up.

The first half of the run was fine. I turned around north of Oglethorpe at about 10.25 miles. And then I’m not sure what happened. A weak place in my brain cracked and said, “You should stop and walk.” And I did. And the run was done. Oh, I still had to make it all the way home, but I was finished.

This is the same five cent head that had me shoot at the wrong basket in my first middle school basketball game. The same five cent head that made me throw a million balls into centerfield trying to catch runners stealing second. The same five cent head that lost the league championship when a routine ground ball rolled between my feet at second base and into the outfield.

My brain doesn’t allow me to let those things go. I spent the last 9.5 miles of this run taking account of all the ways I’m a loser. My negative thoughts spiral and spiral and spiral down a dark hole of regret and self-doubt. I ruminate on all the things that are wrong with me – all my weaknesses and failures.

And I’m terrified that blowing this last 20 mile run before the race is going to keep me from reaching my goal, and all this time and suffering and all the 4:15 morning runs are going to be for nothing.

Then I will be a failure. I will be weak. I will be embarrassed.

I asked myself again after a little cry in the middle of Buckhead, why I feel like I have to run another marathon. I think I’m trying to prove that I’m strong, that I’m not a quitter, that I’m special.

If I’m strong, then I’m invulnerable. No one can hurt me. I can take care of myself. I don’t have to care what anybody thinks about me. It’s not scary to be alone.

If I’m not really a quitter, then quitting graduate school, and my marriage, and working my steps, and therapy, are all just flukes.

If I’m special, then I can be self-righteous and judgmental and self-confident and proud and cocky.

When I read back what I just wrote, I see that I’m running to be a person I’m not. Oh, I am strong and determined and special, but those words don’t mean what I’ve defined them as there. I need to see and accept the person I really am – strengths and weaknesses – and be OK with her. (Maybe even like her a little….)

So I suppose the real question is, what happens if I don’t break my 5 hour goal in Savannah? I’ve never dealt well with failure or losing or not getting my way. I was still crying after losing softball games well into my 20s, and I STILL think if I pester Boo enough I can get him to love me. Acceptance is not my forte.

It occurred to me several weeks ago that I don’t like this level of training. This probably needs to be my last marathon. I’m trying so hard now to focus on doing things in life that make me happy.

But am I stubborn enough and so driven by shame that I would train for another miserable five or six months to try again if I fail this time? Would I suffer again just for some arbitrary goal that doesn’t mean anything to anybody but me?

Could I simply accept that I didn’t reach my goal and that I don’t want to try again?

That sounds an awful lot like quitting.

Sigh. Why can I not be OK with that?
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20 miles
4:23:03
130 avg heart rate
13:09 avg pace

Splits

  1. 10:51
  2. 11:06
  3. 11:41
  4. 11:44
  5. 11:47
  6. 11:47
  7. 11:15
  8. 11:05
  9. 11:16
  10. 10:43
  11. 12:16
  12. 13:51
  13. 13:31
  14. 15:12
  15. 15:01
  16. 13:52
  17. 14:18
  18. 17:54
  19. 15:34
  20. 13:42

Total weekly miles: 40.5

Compare to Last Week

Weeks to Savannah Rock n’ Roll Marathon: 3

Coming Attractions

Atlanta Thanksgiving Half Marathon – November 28

Battle For Black Rock 12 Miler – December 6

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3 responses to “A 20 Mile ‘Run’ With A 5 Cent Head”

  1. Kelly says :

    I applaud your honesty, but think it’s about time you back up your words with action. 🙂 Quit something, and work with yourself on being okay with it. Talk to yourself about why you feel certain things. Try actively to accept things. Talk about acceptance with others (versus cursing that things aren’t better). Set a goal to work on, don’t just say that it would be nice if you could. You have accomplished so much in your life. You aren’t a failure because you didn’t tag someone at the plate or because you are divorced. Those are speedbumps in your path of life, but they should not define who you are. The intention is for you learn lessons from them… not punish yourself because of them.

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