Then Tuesday morning comes along and I visit with my amazing physical therapist. She has me practice my stance in front of a mirror: lean in to it, chest in front of pelvis, step with the right foot, keep the pelvis level, swing left foot through without collapsing my leg when I land. Over and over we do this. Then I get on the treadmill. I practice increasing my cadence (foot turnover), getting it up to 90 per foot/per minute. I practice landing softly (not THUNK THUNK THUNK). I practice leaning in to it. I practice keeping length on the right side of my trunk. I practice and practice and practice for over three miles on the treadmill as my PT watches and corrects and cheers. By the time I am done I know what my form is supposed to feel like, but it is also very, very hard to keep it up, especially when I am tired.
At the end of the appointment I ask her the million dollar question: "do you think I can still train for this marathon?" and she answers . . . (wait for it) . . . "yes". Of course, doesn't mean I will definitely be able to run it, but she sees no reason why I can't keep training for it, unless it just becomes too much for my body to handle.
Not that I was ever totally off the idea that I could do this, but I definitely have a renewed excitement about fixing my form, moving forward with my training, and running that marathon on October 7th.
But, and there is always a big but, I think that if/when the time comes for me to say I just am not quite ready, I will be okay pulling out of the race and setting my sights on another marathon at a later date.