Dreaded ice/snow storms on Wednesday kept me from running. Yes, I could have gone to the treadmill but considering the drive home took over two hours in which I was nearly rear ended four times, I’d say my heart had had enough for that day. It wasn’t a day without it’s physical successes, however.
I visited the doctor Wednesday (who by the way, I adore a little more every time I see him because he is all positive and “yes, keep running!” and it makes me a little sad to say that I won’t be seeing him again in the near future because who doesn’t want that kind of intelligent cheerleader in their lives?) and he believes that I’m doing great. He says in the last eight weeks I’ve improved about 75% and if I continue on that path, I’ll likely be at 100% or “darn near” by May- which is good because I’m planning to do another marathon then. So really, it’s good news. Great. Of course, the impatient soul I am, I want to be 100% yesterday but I’d be lying if I said this injury hasn’t taught me more than a few things. It has taught me a lot of things, like persistence. I thought I was persistent before, but I am now more than ever.
Which is why after not running on Wednesday, I decided I had to make up for it on Thursday. By running twice. I ran four miles at lunch and then another six after work. I don’t often do two-a-day running work outs, so my butt was a little kicked by dinner time. I also felt good though. I felt strong on both runs and honestly, had I completely lost my mind rather than partially, I would have kept running and made the six a seven or eight. But I didn’t and somehow I remembered that ten miles on a week day is pretty high for me right now and if I keep myself in check, I’m more likely to keep running and keep feeling stronger.
Most importantly, I’ve learned that I have a new “life” in running. There will never be a time when I don’t have to do extra in order to keep going. The weight training (which I completely regret slacking on in 2006) and stretching and core balance work will forever have to be a part of my routine. Before, running was sort of everything, but age and time and miles have brought on new requirements. I know I’m just 27, but it’s taken almost a year for me to realize that what that means is that I’m not 20. My head will continue to believe differently, but my body, if I get too lax on other aspects of my training, will remind me. Since I’d rather not have that reminder, I’ll be good. I’ll left weights when I’d rather just eat lunch. I’ll get up fifteen minutes early to stretch when I’d rather sleep. I’ll do it, because I want to keep going. And I want to feel good.
I can handle all of that, though because even with being tired and hungry, inconvenienced and pressed for time, I do feel good. That makes it all worth it.
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