My running performance and, thus, my excitement about running a full marathon has steadily waned since October 2019, when I got really sick in Chicago right after running the marathon. I’m sure it was a kid on the bus the day before, coupled with the cold windy weather and immune suppression of running a marathon that did it, but I digress. Sure, I did run a few marathons since then, but none of them were good experiences at all. I’ve suffered ailment after ailment and just gotten slower and slower. I’m not entirely sure why, either, and it sucks.
I had been supposed to run Boston in April 2020, having qualified with my Marine Corps Marathon time from 2018, but, as you probably know, it was cancelled. I did the “virtual” Boston that year only, and I mean only, because it was Boston and because that year nobody was allowed to do the virtual if they had not actually qualified and met the cutoff time for the in-person race that year. Then I did the Publix Atlanta Marathon and it was also pretty miserable, as was the Chickamauga Battlefield Marathon. It’s just not as much fun when I’m not as good at it. I don’t know what went wrong. I think probably I felt defeated when Boston was cancelled and then just emotionally checked out. I spoke verbal curses along the lines of “I missed my only chance”, stupidly. I’m working on being better at controlling the verbal spells I release into the void. I know better. I formally retract that statement. I did not miss my only chance. I didn’t even believe that when I said it. There is always a way, even if that way ends up being aging up a bunch of times or running for a charity. If I want it badly enough, there is a way. I didn’t miss my only chance. I only missed that one chance. Fine.
This year I had chosen to use my deferred entry from Chicago 2020, so that was already on the books. I really was hoping for a better Chicago experience this time, but with the way things have been for me as a runner it just didn’t seem all that hopeful. I had been registered for the Publix Atlanta Marathon, which took place on February 27, but I decided to switch to the half marathon distance instead in early January after Winter and the ongoing cascade of suck persisted. I’m glad I switched. It rained the whole time. Despite that, however, I didn’t have a terrible experience during the half marathon. I wasn’t fast but it wasn’t awful. It was much better than the Red Nose Half had been on January 9. So, I made a decision that day and I registered for the Flying Pig Marathon on May 1 in Cincinnati, to get me prepared for my Fall Marathon training season with a warm-up race. This strategy worked very well for me in 2018, when I ran Buffalo Marathon in May and then achieved my PR and Boston qualifying time at the Marine Corps Marathon in October. It seemed appropriate also to choose this one over the other races around the same time, since it felt like pigs would fly before I ran a full marathon again. Well guess what, pigs are gonna fly.
That means I have not a whole lot of time and have to jump right into the part of marathon training where it all begins to get very real, with 8-10 mile runs on Mondays and Wednesdays, 6 miles or so on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and 18-22 miles on Saturdays from then until race day. Now all I have to do is convince my body and mind to play along.
We’re currently in the first week of that, the week after the Publix Half Marathon. It hasn’t gone well for me at all this week. I don’t know exactly what has caused the ailments I’m experiencing, but they’re not unfamiliar to me and I imagine they are all related in some way. I’ve had gastrointestinal issues all week, bad insomnia on 3 of the 4 days so far, water retention, joint pain in my knees and wrists, something like a slight UTI for a couple days, a little hint of a sore throat today only, and headaches every single day. So what the hell is causing all this? More importantly, how can I override it? Obviously, I don’t know the answer to that, but damn if I’m not going to do everything I can to overcome it.
I’m pretty sure it boils down to some sort of systemic inflammation. My guess is that it is related to Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, which I have. That can cause leaky gut, which can cause systemic inflammation, and it can also cause insomnia. I also probably didn’t give myself enough recovery after the race before jumping into working out and training. But, I had to get on the training schedule because time is short. The only thing I can really control is diet, which I have cracked down on as of today. I don’t think I had been eating poorly this week, but maybe it was just enough to trigger a problem and Hashimoto’s was waiting and ready to be a jerk about it and to make it all worse.
What I am certain of is the truth about marathon training is that it is mostly emotional, mental, psychological, and to a lesser extent physical perseverance that will get you through it. I want this. I want to rise from the flames. I’m done suffering and I’m done having an unpleasant experience doing my favorite sport. So, I press on.
This morning I couldn’t run at all. It was 50 degrees, so theoretically ideal, but I was more in the mood for something warmer. I overdressed. I couldn’t catch my breath. I walk-jogged and my heart rate was pushing 168, which I don’t even usually reach in a race unless it’s at the final sprint. I cut it short. I did 2.25 miles instead of the 6 I was supposed to do. That’s not ok. I was very upset.
This evening, I set out to get the rest of my mileage in. You just can’t skip mileage during training and expect a marathon to go well. You have to put in the work, period, or you can not do it. Thankfully, even though whatever is ailing me has not vanished yet, this evening went slightly better. I did still have pain in my knees, which means that inflammation is definitely running rampant in my body right now because I never get that. I’m also still retaining a ton of fluid and my gut is still all backed up, but I did not walk and my pace was, although not good, a closer approximation of normal. I will teach the pigs to fly.
To whatever is causing the inflammation that has been making me miserable lately, know that I will defeat you. Do you even know who I am? I’ve been to hell and back with greater beasts than you. You can not beat me. You think you can make me suffer? I will beat you into submission so hard that you will forget your safe word.
I’d like to extend my gratitude to: the weather in the upper 70s (which allowed me to run in shorts and a t-shirt), the handful of supplements I took, the gallon of water I drank, my stone cold determination to get the mileage in one way or another, someone special in my life who has been very supportive to me recently, the humor in the thought of “teaching pigs to fly” as motivation, and my Eminem playlist for getting me through it tonight.