I knew going into Sunday’s Phoenix Rock n Roll Marathon that my knee wasn’t 100%. Hell, it wasn’t even 75%. I don’t know what percentage it was at, most likely due to each and every runner’s ability to tell themselves that they’re “fine” and that it will just “stop hurting” after awhile. If you’re a runner and you’re reading this, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
I’ve run through some pretty extreme aches and pains – from a nasty flu bug during last year’s American Discovery Trail Marathon to a slightly torn meniscus in last year’s Bear Chase 50k to some pretty intense metatarsalgia throughout all of the 2009 racing season. Clearly I’m no stranger to “fighting through it.” I guess I just felt that running through my injury on Sunday wasn’t worth it.
If you’ve ever experienced a crappy race or a DNF I’m sure you can attest to spending hours upon hours speculating the “what if’s” and the “shoulda-coulda-woulda’s.” That’s definitely what I’ve been doing over the past 36 hours, and the crazy part is how comfortable I am with the decision I made at mile 9.8 of the marathon.