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The day of the ½ Marathon.
I had to withdraw, due to coming down with a dreadful cold, days before the event. I felt despondent, like a failure before failing.
I even talked myself into attending but only walking through, rather than anything more strenuous. My mind wanted to participate, but my body screamed NO!
Pains all over, pain from my core.
I was too hot most of the time, I lay in bed, sweat upon sweat.
I drank lemon water all the time and hoped I would be cured instantly – I know, hope is a beautiful thing when you’re unwell.
I increased dosages of vitamin C supplements and oranges, I ate oranges daily.
I cried a few times, cried myself to sleep, cried in the shower and cried at the fact that I knew I needed to rest up and recover.
3 days away from the starting time, I contacted the event organisers advising I’m too ill to join. They didn’t care, only advised I’ll just have to withdraw from the run. With no refund permitted.
2 days away from my waves gathering at the starting line, I hide beneath my duvet and ‘hope’ that when I emerge, I’m fit and well enough to participate.
1 day away from the buzz and celebration with strangers, I confide in a friend that I won’t be able to join the run. I feel awful, and I’m sad.
On the morning of the race, I wept as the rain came down.
I hoped they would reschedule due to the wet weather – naive thinking I know, running in the rain is exhilarating and brave.
I cried a little more and drifted off to sleep…
Hours later, I woke up coughing, and my nose stuffier than before. My forehead was sweaty, and the rain outside was slowing down.
I sat up slowly and experienced slight dizziness. Took me a while but I made it into the kitchen and poured a glass of apple juice, added ice and sat down, sipping it.
I placed my glass down and rest my head upon my hands which felt clammy and weak. I stayed in that position for around 4 minutes, before returning to my bed.
I pulled the covers over my head and faded back into the land of nod.
Sometimes in life, you will encounter challenges, that require you to step down, step back or step aside. It’s essential that you listen to your body and you rest when you need to.
Yes, I felt awful over the weekend for missing out on participating, and I moaned and cried about the fact.
However, had I attended my cold would be far worse, and my recovery time would have increased drastically. There is also a high chance that I would have dropped out during the event.
Stay indoors wasn’t what I wanted to do, however, it was vital that I did. And I’m happy that I did.
Missing out an event when you need to, is perfectly alright to do. Don’t dwell over it like I did, as that doesn’t aid your recovery.
Today I’m feeling slightly better, I still have a cold, but it’s clear that’s fading away.
Remember, the most important person on your weight-loss journey is YOU!
Meaning YOU need to think about YOU and only YOU in any given situation.
2 thoughts on “Missed Marathon”
I am sorry you were unable to do this challenge. But as you say, you were right to put yourself first. Glad you’re feeling a little better.
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Thank you, I felt awful but I knew in my heart withdrawing was the best option.