Back in the Swing
Did I get sidelined by my injury. I saw a fantastic specialist, and thne had amazing physical therapy treatments, did my exercises, bought enough PT acoutrements to start my own PT gym, and got better. What did not get better, until this week however, was my motivation to get back out there. After a summer of pretty intense training, 2 half-marathons and a bunch of smaller races thrown in, I was climbing towards my really big challenge: my first marathon. Now, instead of sitting on a plane bound for San Fran and that Tiffany finisher's medal, I am sitting at a computer. And it kind of sucks.
Granted it doesn't suck as much as the lockjaw that i got the week of my birthday due to the stress of injury, sick cat, rehearsals, work, a tanking economy. It did not suck as much (and it still really sucks) as having to watch my cat get very sick and die and know there was nothing I could do. It did not suck as much as having to rearrange my birthday plans because someone was inappropriate and having to rehearse. But it did and, as I enter this weekend, probably will continue to suck. Quite a bit, I imagine.
Now, I know there's always another race. In fact, I have started training in pursuit of possibly entering the Miami marathon in January. And, I have committed to attending a Team in Training meeting to see if running for a charity and the support that it provides as far as coaching and training programs would be a good fit. And, I am back in the game- well on my way to logging 30 miles for the week. But, there was something about those weeks off that made my ambition to get out there again seem as fleeting as the plane that was taking off for San Fran and leaving me behind. It just didn't seem possible. It seemed over. And then, one morning, I woke up missing the feeling of running through the early sunlight. The next morning was the same. The next morning, thanks to an early morning at the office, I just got up and ran- a little slow, a little fast, some hills, some flats....and I really, really, really enjoyed it.
Maybe it's the fall air meaning that I don't have to determine whether it's too hot to run outside, or the season-induced discipline of knowing that with a new semester came a new goal or routine. But, all I know is that I am up and running, literally. And, maybe looking to start learning Spanish so I can FINALLY cross that off life's to-do list.
Granted it doesn't suck as much as the lockjaw that i got the week of my birthday due to the stress of injury, sick cat, rehearsals, work, a tanking economy. It did not suck as much (and it still really sucks) as having to watch my cat get very sick and die and know there was nothing I could do. It did not suck as much as having to rearrange my birthday plans because someone was inappropriate and having to rehearse. But it did and, as I enter this weekend, probably will continue to suck. Quite a bit, I imagine.
Now, I know there's always another race. In fact, I have started training in pursuit of possibly entering the Miami marathon in January. And, I have committed to attending a Team in Training meeting to see if running for a charity and the support that it provides as far as coaching and training programs would be a good fit. And, I am back in the game- well on my way to logging 30 miles for the week. But, there was something about those weeks off that made my ambition to get out there again seem as fleeting as the plane that was taking off for San Fran and leaving me behind. It just didn't seem possible. It seemed over. And then, one morning, I woke up missing the feeling of running through the early sunlight. The next morning was the same. The next morning, thanks to an early morning at the office, I just got up and ran- a little slow, a little fast, some hills, some flats....and I really, really, really enjoyed it.
Maybe it's the fall air meaning that I don't have to determine whether it's too hot to run outside, or the season-induced discipline of knowing that with a new semester came a new goal or routine. But, all I know is that I am up and running, literally. And, maybe looking to start learning Spanish so I can FINALLY cross that off life's to-do list.
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