It has taken me a long time to finally write this post. I haven’t had the courage to let people know that I didn’t qualify for the Olympic trials to be able to have a shot to compete in the 2016 Olympic games in Rio. Although some who are close to me already know, I felt that I owed it to my friends and supporters to give you a recap of how my season ended. So here I am taking you through my journey of the last four years in hopes of your continued prayers and support as I continue to follow my dreams.
The Beginning…September 2008
Because of the decisions I made in college that led to my coach kicking me off the track team my junior year, I was not able to finish my collegiate career. This meant I wouldn’t run for over three years.
Not having run anything over 10 minutes and being over 40lbs heavier I knew the journey to get back in shape would be a challenge. I decided that the easiest way for me to get back in shape would be to join a track team. I emailed a coach out in Santa Monica about joining his team. He asked me to come down to one of the practices. I was so nervous about meeting him for the first time. I pumped myself up in that email. I listed all my PR’s (personal records) but failed to mention that I was overweight now lol! I just knew once he seen me he would tell me that I couldn’t run for his team. By the grace of God he didn’t judge me and allowed me to be apart of his Master’s team, Track West, until I got in shape. He simply told me “just run 30 min a day for now.” As I look back by him giving me that small goal it taught me a valuable life lesson for reaching my goals. If you break your big goals into smaller goals you create small victories and keeps you in encouraged along the way. I will forever be grateful for Skip Stolley. If he didn’t give me a chance I don’t know if I would’ve come back. My first 800m race was 3 months later and I ran 2:46.8. By June I had gotten my time down to 2:26.8. About a year later he decided to move back home to Chicago. Thinking back this was my first opportunity to quit but I didn’t.
The come back…2009-2012
In 2009, I found another coach/team that would take me in. Again I was nervous because this team was more of an elite development club and they had time standards to join. And I was no where close to the standards. But again by the grace of God the coach allowed me to run for his club, South Bay Track Club(SBTC). My new coach was so blunt that he kind of reminded me of my high school coach, Kennedy. The first thing he told me was “you got to drop some weight” I said “I know haha!” I ran with this club for 4 years. I dropped my 800m time to a new PR 2:14.65 (ran 2:16 in college) and broke 60 for the first time ever in the 400m 58.20. I will forever be grateful for Len Webb, for teaching the importance of “you get out of something what you put into it. Discipline, hard work and commitment are the keys to success.”
At the end of 2012 I started to re-evaluate my training. Although my clock had improved tremendously I was at a plateau. I had been running the same clock for over a year. I was getting frustrated. I was putting in the work, following the program, eating clean but only PR’d by two seconds. I didn’t want to leave my current coach because I felt like I owed it to him to stay the course however I knew that the next four years would be super important. So in Dec 2012 I decided to work with another coach, Daniel Ozan.
The road to Rio 2016
At first I thought what does this “young” coach know about running. But after speaking with him and a couple other people who knew of his success I figured I give his program a try. Hell it couldn’t hurt.
He introduced me to mileage. I was running over 50 miles a week. At first I thought he was crazy. Like how am I suppose to run 8 miles non-stop?!! The first 2 weeks I struggled with being consistent. He sat me down and reminded me of my goals and what I wanted to accomplish and if I stay on this path it’s not going to happen. You have to “do the work and trust the process.” He taught me how consistency is key when it comes to running distance. “You have to be aerobically fit to run a fast 800/1500.” I bought into his program and we went from 2:15 to 2:09 in less than 6 months. “This is it! This is my coach that will help me get to the Olympics” is what I told myself at the end of my 2013 season. I believed that I could drop another 6 seconds in 3 years to hit the Olympic trials qualifier of 2:03.00. All I had to keep doing was follow the program.
The next year I was running cross-country. I hadn’t run cross country since my junior year in college(2005) so you already know I was freaking out. I ended up breaking my 5k PR by 20 secs. Things were going great. And then I hit a road block in 2014. I wasn’t resting enough and doing way more than my body could handle. And that track season I struggled to run 214. He sat me down again and told me I needed to cut back on some things and focus on my running. And that’s what I did. However in 2015 my hamstring caused me to end my season early. I was so frustrated. I was feeling like my dream was slipping away. Thankfully my coach was always so calm, cool and collected. He told me to focus on getting healthy. Take care of the little things first. By the end of summer 2015 I was feeling pain-free. My mileage and fitness was back up. I was feeling good about this year. And then BOOM! Another road block. My coach told me he couldn’t coach me anymore. I was hoping this was just a cruel joke. But it wasn’t. “Now what am I suppose to do Lord?’ Why is this happening? And the year of the Olympics!? I trusted this coach. We had built a relationship. I felt it in my heart that this was the coach that would get me there. And now I don’t even have a coach?
The 2016 Season
For four months I was training myself. A friend of mine recommended a coach to me and I decided to go with her, Sylvia Mosqueda. What I loved about her is her no matter what attitude. She also qualified for the Olympic trials more than 3 times and was still running at 50! This was very encouraging to me so I gave it a shot.
Her training was way different and it was taking me a while to adjust. I had some good moments during cross-country I broke my college PR in the 6k by over a min I ran 23:55 at cross country club nationals. I was feeling a little hopeful as I was heading into my last season before qualifying for Rio. By April I had got my clock down to 213 in the 800m. I was still very hopeful that I could drop my clock. After all my PR is 209. However, I was battling an Achilles tendonitis injury since February but I knew I had to push through the pain. I had one race in May and it was the first week. I ran 214. Not bad but not what I wanted either. I was suppose to rabbit at the HOKA Middle Distance Classice but they scratched me the day of. This meant that I wouldn’t race again until June.
I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t running fast. I cut back on the junk food, I was sleeping more, drinking more water. I wasn’t really going out. I was frustrated and my training started showing that. And my coach could tell. I kept trying to shake it with my positive affirmations and motivational videos but nothing was working.
June was finally here and I had two meets left. It had been a month since my last race. I told myself just go out there and give it your all. But deep down I knew that I wasn’t going to make it. I didn’t even want people to come watch me run. The last two meet of the season I ran 216 and 215. I knew that it was time to bring my season to an end.
I went through so many different emotions these last two weeks. I felt embarrassed, sad, disappointed…to be honest I felt like a failure. I’ve cried myself to sleep so many times because I let so many people down that was rooting for me, donated or supported me these last four years. One thing that played in my head was something my ex told me “you ain’t shit and you’re not going to make it and when you don’t I’m going to be there to tell you I told you that you wasn’t.” How cruel right? I told myself damn he was right.
I’m not going to lie. I thought about hanging my track spikes up. Can I even do it this another four years in hopes of making my first Olympic team? Let’s keep it real I’m not getting any younger…I’m 30 and I turn 31 in August. Although I know age is just a number and distance runners tend to get faster as they get older I wasn’t sure I could handle the pressure of so many people counting on me and letting them down again. But how could I give up something that I’ve been doing since the age of 7 in a half? How could I just quit because of adversity when I preach to my athletes to never give up no matter the obstacles and challenges that comes your way?
Thankfully I have the best support system and they reminded me of how great I really am. I’m proud of myself for making a huge declaration and going after the goal. Although I came up short in the ultimate goal I learned so much about myself during this journey. I realized how strong I really am. I am not a quitter. That I CAN run fast. I am powerful beyond measure. I can do anything through Christ who strengthens me.
I am a firm believer that everyone makes it…as long as you don’t quit. It being your goals. The moment you quit you miss your opportunity. God will always make a way out of no way. Trust His timing. Through this process I’ve learned that the road to success is never a straight line. There will always be something that tries to slow you down. That tries to knock you off the course that God has laid out for you. But if your passion and work ethic exceeds what appears to be an obstacle you’re going to win every time. So what’s next? Get this Achilles healthy and start training for cross-country/road races. There’s always another race…like the 2017 Outdoor World Championships. Thank you for all your prayers, love and support.