“I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying.” – Michael Jordan
I’m actually writing a running related post this week, rare as that happens. So here’s the story; I ran my first 10K earlier this year, and while I hated me and the race and everyone else during the time I was propelling my body forward, the last ½ mile and crossing the finish line was just amazing. I did it! There may have been less than 10 people (heck, it may have been less than 5) who finished behind me, but still, I did it!
Several weeks later, a carrot was dangled in front of me; sign up for a local half marathon taking place at the end of August! And the entry fee was…FREE! What? I thought, if I ran this 10K and didn’t die, I could totally tack on just a few more miles, and I have a few months to train! YES, doing it!
My lower back started feeling a little twingy leading up to my vacation in June. I’ve had minor back issues since pregnancy, so I figured it would just work itself out the way it always had. Then on vacation, sleeping on beds that were substandard to my accustomed quality (see: Princess and the Pea) caused some chronic soreness in my lower back.
Upon returning to work, I found that my back would spasm and just seize up, to the point where just standing from a sitting position became an exercise in pain and patience. I finally had to admit that my back was seriously effed up.
I started a search for a chiropractor; I found one in my area who accepted my insurance, who is also classified under sports medicine and had a M.D. In Chiropractic Neurology. Whatever that is. I was swayed by the M.D. And seeing this particular doctor has helped me tremendously, not only with my lower back, but with office ergonomics, my overall posture and movement and even my digestive system.
So because of the back pain and lack of motivation related to the back pain, I ran a grand total of something like 7 miles in July. And while I’ve more than tripled that number in August, I’m left with the burning question:
Is it better to have a DNS (Did Not Start) or DNF (Did Not Finish)?
I’ve done pretty much zero training for this race. The longest distance I’ve run since the 10K was a whopping four miles tonight. While the run felt good and I could have gone farther, I needed to stop because of time constraints and not wanting to push it too much. I have a 5K run on Sunday morning, but then the half is the following Friday.
I’m waffling. Having a DNF wouldn’t bother me. I’m a back of the pack kind of runner, and I have pretty much zero ego about times and placement in races. I only recently learned what terms like “negative splits” and “zero drop” and “tempo run” mean, so I’m fairly unsophisticated when it comes to running.
But then again, it wouldn’t hurt me in the slightest to have a DNS. In the physical way, I mean. The race entry was free, so I’m not wasting any money, I could start training anew since the Hartford Marathon is coming up.
But…what if I could actually do it? Shouldn’t I try? I mean, it’s not like I’m out of shape. But what if I injure myself? What if I am truly the last person to cross the finish line? Would that bother me? What do I do?
So, dear reader, I can’t seem to clear the noise in my head long enough to make a decision either way, I’m going to put it to you…what would YOU do? I am currently (today, this hour, right now) leaning toward giving it a try, maybe it will be great! Or not…
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