“I menstruate a lot.” — Liz Lemon
Welp, I did it.
I ran — and finished — the New York City Marathon. Since getting into running a few years ago, this was my second marathon. I ran the Chicago Marathon in 2016 and wanted to run another in 2017, but my second endo surgery and a thyroidectomy later in the year sidelined me.
My physical therapist told me this horrifying story about how she trained for a marathon three times — and three times when she reached the peak in her training, after a 20- to 22-mile run, she ended up with stress fractures in her feet until eventually she needed surgery.
Naturally, this story lodged itself in the back of my brain.
When I ran 18 miles two weeks ago in my training for the NYC Marathon and the dull ache in my right foot didn’t really ease up after a couple days, I of course convinced myself it was a stress fracture.
There's something you should know about me.
That something is that I'm a bit of a masochist. And as such, I've made the decision to run my second marathon.
Aspiring Under Armour model ::hair flip::
Every Thanksgiving, I'm grateful for my legs.
I realize that sounds weird, especially since, if you know me, you know I'm not the "gratitude journal" type of girl. Don't get me wrong, I see the value in being conscious of the great things you have in life and not taking them for granted. Hashtag blessed just isn't really my thing.