Oh, wait, I am getting older! But, I hope I'm getting smarter.
On Saturday I was running the Guana River 50K on a HOT and humid Bug infested day (no offense Bill, you put on a great race!) and after about 10 miles my foot started hurting a bit.
By 12 miles I had to back off of my already non-blistering pace due to the foot issue. By 14 miles I knew a DNF was a possibility.
When I reached the end of loop 2 at 16 miles I quickly gobbled 4 Advil and putzed around the aid station hoping the Advil would kick in. After about 10 minutes I decided I'd get back out on the trail and finish up the race. I HATE TO DNF! Only once in my life (to this point) had I voluntarily quit a race, and on that day, it was the wrong decision, that has driven me ever since.
When I got back on the trail the pain was clearly not going away, so it was time for action. I really want to pace Dr. Frank for 50 Miles at Umstead on Saturday/Sunday, finishing this 50K was not going to help me with that goal, to continue may take me out of the picture for that goal. So, I sucked it up, and walked back to the start finish and gathered my gear for the long ride home, made longer with the DNF sticking in my craw.
I did the right thing, my brain knew it, even as my emotions were hurting. I HATE to DNF, but I really hated being injured, and I'm glad I listened to the warning signs and dropped when I did.I called my BLF on my ride home, I she said the perfect thing, "It's really ok what you did." I know being smart is almost always better than being tough, but smart has never been my thing, I guess if I plan on continuing to get older, I'd better accept that I'm going to have to get smarter. Oh joy.
Update: Today, my foot is ok. I could do a trail run, but I'm going to be smart and run in the pool this week and ice and tape daily. I've been neglecting that maintenance since it's been feeling so much better. Got to be smartz!