I got my first ever DNF this past weekend. For those who aren’t up to the lingo, a DNF means Did Not Finish and is the designation given to runners who quit a race. Mine was especially embarrassing because I didn’t even line up to start the race!! Didn’t even make it to the event.
First the ankle, which is still puffy and twinges during certain activities. After a week of limping around the house I went for my first run to test it out. As long as I didn’t hit a root or twist on a rock I figured I could manage the half marathon.
Then came the cold. A cold like one I’ve not had since 2005. Sore scratchy throat, blocked nose, fatigue. I thought I was getting better after a few days and then it settled into my chest and my voice turned into something that sounded like a cross between the Devil in The Exorcist and Brenda Vacarro (sp?) after about 4 packs of cigarettes.
Not surprisingly (because I am stubborn and a bit competitive), it took me until Saturday night to face the fact that running a race was NOT in my best interest. So I bailed on the entire event and went for a short, easy run instead. Needless to say, that simple little run took its toll and I sat on the couch for the rest of the day, feeding my newly acquired DayQuil habit.
So here I sit, a member of the DNF group. Am I bummed? You bet. Do I regret not running? No. I think I made the right decision, as painful as it was to admit. My plan is to get 100% healthy, get my real voice back and start training for a half marathon in Alameda.
Now go run!