I’ve felt like I really have had close to nothing to talk about the past 18 days since I haven’t been running. I haven’t felt motivated to write anything and I’ve been so frustrated that I’ve kept myself away from blogging since I want this to be a happy place. No one wants to read about someone complaining every day.
You guys left so many great comments on my post last week and you’ve helped me gain a new perspective on this injury. First of all, I’ve realized that it’s not the end of the world and the Richmond marathon in November is still a very real possibility. Secondly, I’ve tried to see the silver lining in all of this. This could give me a much needed chance to miss running and help me to appreciate it more and in a different way.
As I ease back into running this week (1.5 pain free miles last night!!), I feel like I’m going to think about it in a whole new way. I know I’m not going to be able to pick up training where I left off, but I’m going to try to appreciate just being able to run instead of getting frustrated after at mile or two. Injuries take time and patience, two things I’m running out of but that I need if I want to avoid making this worse.
Since I’m trying to focus on more positive things, I’m getting married in 12 DAYS! Sorry but I’m going to give you a countdown pretty much every day now.
This past weekend we took Dixie and headed up to the lake with some friends for one last relaxing weekend before the last minute craziness begins. Dixie had a great time swimming and sitting on her dad.
She swims really well without a life jacket, but she gets too close to the edge of the boat and I have to put ot in her for my own sanity. She also loves riding in the UTV. She closes her eyes for pictures just like her dad.
Monday night I did a 15 minute warm up on the stair stepper, did plenty of stretching and foam rolling, and was able to run 1.5 pain free miles on the treadmill! The good news is that I don’t feel any different cardio wise. It was only 1.5 miles, but I felt really normal, which makes me feel hopeful that my cross training has kept me in shape. Towards the end of my run I felt my IT band getting really tight and I knew the knee pain was coming next, so I slowed to a walk and called it a night. It’s really hard for me to not get excited and do too much, but I’m trying to practice some self control here.
During my warm up a sweet older lady was on the stair stepper next to me and tapped me on the shoulder to ask me what level I had mine set on. When I told her I was on 10 her jaw dropped and she told me how impressed she was. I told her she should start on level 3 or 4 and throw in 1 minute increases until she feels comfortable and she can eventually work her way up. She said no way, that she would never be able to do that. It was a good reminder that my body is still strong and that I can still do things that are really hard for other people, even if I’m injured. I worry about relying on cross training to keep my fitness up, but that sweet lady gave me a little extra reassurance that what I’m doing is challenging, and it’s definitely better than sitting around doing nothing. As she limped away, I thought that maybe she’s injured too, and maybe I gave her a little bit of motivation to work towards a new goal. Then, as I was leaving the gym I saw this pretty little guy.
I’ll take it as a good sign!
Do you get impatient/frustrated during an injury or do you try to find the silver lining?
Are you an optimist?