Running With the Devil

It's amazing how you think you've escaped something, only to be reminded at the least opportune time that this is not the case.

That happened to me in November....and it's taken me this long to be able to talk about it.

Everything was going really well.  It was a terrific day.  My friends were out cheering for me on the course with lewd and hilarious signs.  I had an epic pace, felt good, felt HAPPY to be out racing again.

NOTHING was supposed to go wrong...I was going to finish my race!

Then, the Devil showed up.

I'm not at all religious, but sometimes there are demons that lurk in our souls.  The devil I carry showed up during the Boston Marathon last year.  It's the devil that wanted to take running away from me, the one that keeps nightmares about explosions coming every so often, the one that during a solo long run is shouting in my head, "you don't get to finish" and "PTSD looks like you..."

I'm currently training for Boston, but that Devil kept showing up on my long runs, kept tearing my heart out of my chest, kept derailing me and causing panic attacks.  This is the Devil that stopped me cold in my tracks during my race in November and left me on the side of the road, my heart in my throat, my chest feeling like I was wrapped in a straight jacket, crying uncontrollably, and my head screaming "you can't finish!"

I still can't really talk or think about what happened in Boston without getting teary-eyed, and I truly have no expectations of running a PR at Boston this year.  I JUST committed to going back after months of not knowing if it was the best or worst decision I had ever hatched.  I'm not sure what to make of the whole thing...

Because of what happened last year, I had to take a hard look at running and at myself.  I just recently stopped hiding the fact that for MONTHS I haven't been able to train without emotionally breaking down, and that I have been living through a self-imposed hell every time I went for a long run and would be too emotionally exhausted to leave my house.  I finally admitted that this wasn't something I could conquer alone.  It feels like I unload a nuclear bomb when I tell someone the truth after they ask how training has been, but I'm reminding myself that I have amazing people in my life, and for the most part, the overwhelming response has been, "Of course this is hard, how could you not have been affected?"

I'm finally sharing all of this because I finally had a breakthrough.  The other week, I was on a long run, and before I walked out the door, I spent a lot of time visualizing the course, determining what my physical goals were for each section, what I needed to focus on.  Once out there, I got to a point in my run where I was going to hit a section where I had my meltdown in November....

I stopped, I visualized what that section was going to look like, I started.

I focused on my breathing, I focused on my feet hitting the ground at the rate they needed to so I could stay on pace, I focused on my form, I kept telling myself, "Defy the Doubt"

I felt my mind pull out of itself and focus on my body - I felt the ground as I flew over it, I felt coolness the air against my skin, I felt my lungs fill with delicious, clean air....

Call it whatever you will, but as I finished the section, "Shipping up to Boston" was suddenly playing on my iPod and rain started to come down (I am not kidding).  It was at that moment that I believed that I could do this.  I ran home, hugged my husband fiercely, and cried...yelled...celebrated.

I used to run and let my mind wander wherever it wanted; my runs were my sacred space where I didn't have to take calls, didn't have to deal with emails or even people - it was my opportunity to let my mind wander wherever it wanted.  However, that space was taken from me and replaced with highly negative thoughts and emotions that led to negative physical reactions.

I had to come to the realization that running may never be the same for me.  I may get back to that sacred space one day, but for now, I'm visualizing every run, and when I'm out running, I'm focusing on my body: my pace, my breathing, my form, my stomach...everything.

Sometimes our sacred space is taken from us, but that never means it's not ours to take back.

I'm taking running back…

And in April, I'll be shipping up to Boston…