After making it all the way to the taper in my spring training before being diagnosed with a severe tibial stress fracture, training for Indy was much different. This past weekend went off without a hitch, although it was wildly unconventional.
This summer (whilst still in a boot) I realized that in order to be successful, to avoid my history of overuse injuries and perhaps most importantly, to keep other aspects of life in tact I should probably look into getting a coach. James McKirdy came highly recommended to me from fellow Salty, Barley, to whom I owe a huge thanks! When we initially spoke I was already registered for Indy, plane tickets were purchased and I so desperately wanted to run hard to make up for the anguish of the Spring.
“Sure, we can have you run the marathon, but it’s not going to be a goal race by any means.”
Hmmmm, he seemed fairly set on this, but I didn’t let it bother me. It was only August and I figured that I had months to
charm convince him to change his mind and to let me race.
*Spoiler alert*: none of my tricks worked, he did not change his mind.