Dear Mizunos,I haven't been with you for several weeks since I started running with those new Nike Shox. Okay, so they were better looking. Can you blame me for looking in the direction of pretty pastel pink when YOU had not even bothered to change your colors for 2 consecutive models?! And I have to admit I enjoyed the attention of simply having new shoes. After being with the same brand/model through 14 repeated pairs and 3 years of marathon running, the exciting and fresh feeling the Shox gave me was something I haven't felt in a long time. And yes, we've both known for some time that I had planned on taking them to that big fancy race in Nashville...to do the thing that we used to do for 26.2 miles.
Leaving you was the worst decision I have ever made. The comfort and support that you give me is special. I realize now that the inside is much more important than what is on the outside. The shin splints turned acute compartment syndrome benched me 10 weeks into my Country Music Marathon training. Stubborn as always, I decided to take up biking and pool running in an effort to maintain cardiovascular fitness. Against my physical therapist's wishes, I ran the full 26.2, clocking a miserable 4:18:18. Yes, my Dad and boyfriend were there to share the experience- but you were not.I never even want to think about sharing my miles with anyone else. It was just a silly fling, honest. I know I don't deserve you, but please forgive me and take me back. I love you, Mizuno Wave Riders and I cannot imagine life without you.
Yours Forever,
Suzy










As if the hills weren't enough of a challenge, it began snowing around mile 16, just about the time I found myself running solo. It was hard to keep momentum (or find ANY wind break) when other runners are far away. Nonetheless, I finished with a 4:39:04 chip time, just shy of Oprah Winfrey's 4:35 in Chicago but a 40 minute improvement over my first race. Even better, I proved that I can run 26.2 miles by myself! 



The hard part of the race came at mile 13, when the half marathoners finished and we had to keep running. The island itself is very small, so the course is essentially one lap around for the halfers and...you guessed it...two laps around for the full marathoners. It took every ounce of emotional strength I had to stay cool when I saw the finishing runners stop, get their medals, hug their loved ones, and cry/smile/shout with the sheer joy of accomplishment. I had another 13 miles to go before I could do any of those things...