I was supposed to run a marathon on Saturday…. The Tecumseh Trail Marathon. I ran it last year and it was AMAZING! It was 60 degrees out in DECEMBER and the course was beautiful, the volunteers were wonderful, and once race got going (late start=me being a giant stress ball) it was a fantastic day (read about it here)! So, I signed up for the race again, obviously I expected similar magic.
Early last week we started to see rumblings of an epic
storm inching its way across the country. I’m a huge weather stalker most race
weeks, but I was extra stalky watching this storm. The race has a time cutoff
of 17 minute miles. I was “sure” this wouldn’t be a problem on clean trails, but
add in snow? This is how my mind spent the week:
Check the forecast
How many inches of snow would make the race unattainable?
Check the forecast
Ice is ok, I could run in ice
Check the forecast
I don’t want to run in Yak Tracks…. What kind of screws
do you put in your shoes for traction?
Check the forecast
3 inches of snow? I could run in the inches of snow
Check the forecast
It’s not going to be that bad
Check the forecast
It’s going to be SNOWMAGEDDON! Should I even charge my
Garmin?
Check the forecast
It’ll be fine, just a single digit wind chill. I can run
in cold
Check the forecast
I’ll charge my Garmin, but there is no way I’m going to
be able to run this race
At some point during the day we got word that the race was canceled. Canceled? Canceled. Whoa. No one expected the race to be canceled. Change the course from point to point to an out and back? Sure. But canceled… no way.
So how did I feel about it? Relieved, disappointed, sad,
happy, all of it. I was relieved that I didn’t have to make that final call of;
sure I’m stubborn enough to try it (possibly injuring myself and being out of commission).
I was disappointed because it’s a great race! And even if my stumpy legs couldn’t
run it, some folks might have been able to. Sad for the volunteers, the race
director, the athletes, and everyone that had put their time, effort, and
training into this event. Happy that I didn’t have to have an anxiety attack
that my husband was STILL going to run it while I stayed safely at home
picturing him with a broken leg in three feet of snow seven miles off the trail
(I have a vivid imagination when it comes to anxiety).
For me, this wasn’t a “goal race”. I had a great 50k in September and a fun full marathon in October. I wanted to run this race, but ya know… stuff happens. If it had been the one race I was training for I would have been heartbroken. I get that.
So what did I learn?
- If I’m going to sign up for a race in the winter in Indiana… expect ANYTHING!
- I am a control freak, but I can’t control the weather.
- Sometimes, shit happens
- I really might need to see someone about my anxiety issues
- I never EVER EVER EVER want to be a race director. EVER
Will I register for the race again? You bet I will! Cause
when it’s not being screwed up by a stupid snow storm, it’s freaking awesome!