For those of you who have been lucky enough to not hear me complain over the past two months, I've been injured. I developed Baker's Cyst (thank you to Jack Fultz for that diagnosis and to my PT for the confirmation, no thanks to my primary care who quickly vetoed it), and had a throbbing pain on the inside of my knee (likely a torn MCL but never got the MRI to confirm).
Today is only Wednesday, and I can safely say that this is a good week. On Monday, after I passed a few "tests", my PT gave me clearance to run again. Granted, I was only given the go-ahead for a run/walk, but just to hear that I will be totally back on my feet soon enough was...a relief. Yesterday after work, I headed out to the Esplanade for my first run in 40 days (I swear I haven't been counting or anything). I ran for two minutes, and then walked for two minutes, per my PT's suggestion. Whenever someone would pass me when I switched into walk mode, I knew what they were thinking: Look at that girl dressed in pink running gear who cannot even run for more than two minutes at a time. What a toolbox. I did not care. I was out there again...and I had a smile on my face for the entire half hour run of 2.72 miles.
Like Lauren, I don't like the act of running. I get tired, my breathing gets funny, my muscles ache in random places, and now, in this hot weather - my face gets awkwardly beat red. The past 40 days on running hiatus have been hell for me. I spent a lot of the marathon training season questioning why I like running, if I do actually like it, or if I just like having something to do...at all times. I realized during this hiatus that I've missed it. Incredibly.
No matter how much I hate running, I hate not running more...I hate being told that I cannot just go out for a run when the weather is perfect. I hate not being able to run off my anger or stress or crazies. I hate not being able to eat or drink whatever I want because I am not running a gazillion miles a week. I hate having to make alternative plans for Tuesday nights. Most of all, I hate being told that I am "normal Lindsey again" now that I am not obsessed with running (when in reality, I am just not allowed that daily run).
Well my friends, I was not proud of this alleged "Normal Lindsey" of the past 40+ days. I was moody. I was not happy. I did not sleep well. I did not eat well. I did not smile as much as I used to. I developed a muffin top (true story).
I understand this may not be the response that many of you want to hear given that running and training took up so much of my time. Well, I am not willing to give it up, yet. If anything, I hated that it was taken away from me for almost 6 full weeks. So, today I signed up for this October's BAA Half Marathon...the very race that got me on this running kick in the first place.
A wise law professor once said: "The law is a jealous mistress." Well, running is a jealous mistress, as well....and I am happy to give it the time that it rightfully deserves.
I AM BACK FOLKS!!! :)
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4 comments:
Welcome back!! Congrats on running again.
Hey Linds,
I join Brenda in welcoming you back to the "wonderful-world-or-running".
She's also a 'cruel' mistress - which you know all to well, now.
But you're stronger for it (still alive, right?:) Bring on the Half - it's a full Half.
CU soon - Jack
Whoops - that reads as though Brenda is a cruel mistress.
I doubt she is but I was, of course, referring to the running as a cruel mistress.
Brenda? :)
Well, Jack, I'd have to say Lins has not experienced what a cruel mistress I am. But there are others in the world who can likely attest to it :)
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