Going into this Boston, I had about 10 or 11 friends getting ready for the marathon. We do lots of our training together, both long runs and speed work. About six weeks ago, one of these training partners dared to mention the fact that, at that stage in the game, we were probably all going to make it. We remarked on what an amazing thing this was–with that many of us going, the odds favored that someone would go down with an injury, didn’t they?
We spoke too soon. My dear friend Jess was diagnosed just last week with a metatarsal stress fracture and torn ligament in her ankle. I couldn’t be more bummed for her. Two weeks out from the race–talk about crappy timing.
But Jess being Jess, she is putting a great face on the whole thing. She’s still coming to Boston with us. She’s still going to have a good time. She even (quite generously) offered to be our errand girl for the race should anyone need it. I find this upbeat attitude pretty amazing. We’re all given the choice in situations like this to suck it up and put a good face on it, or sulk and feel bitter. The evolved part of my brain likes to think I’d behave like Jess given the circumstances, but I know my gut instinct would probably be to throw a few things and pout (you know, basic two-year old behavior).
That’s what makes Jess’s class act so impressive to me. I’m so glad she’ll still be coming to the race and having a good time. Even though she’s not running the race, her complete absence would’ve been a big hole in our overall experience. We’ll still get to share the weekend with her, and after the race, I intend to buy her a big beer for showing us all how to act with grace.
Have you ever had to pull out of an important race in the 11th hour?