A huge congrats to all runners this past weekend - of all distances.
There aren't many things more gratifying than finishing a race that you've put
a lot of sweat and time into training for. I commend you all. :)
Next order of
business:
As of yesterday, The New York Marathon is starting to look more
improbable than probable for me to compete in.
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| maybe? |
Long story short, my knee wasn't happy with going much further than
two miles yesterday. I made an appointment with an orthopedic sports doctor in Baltimore for tomorrow, and plan to start intensive physical therapy with a
running specialized PT ASAP.
That being said, I will note (with slight desperation) that New
York isn’t completely out of the picture… yet. But unless, 1 week out, I
can feel confident running 26.2 miles and know that I can do it pain free, it
just won’t happen.
Am I upset that I’m currently injured? You bet. Was I due for an
injury? Absolutely.
Almost all runners get hurt at some point in their careers, I get
that. This is my first. And so as upset as I was yesterday (and still am),
after talking to several other runners I already know one thing is for certain;
It’s all about pushing onward.
Forward motion.
Goals won’t change, just the time frames will.
Do I want to sit around and have a pity party for myself? You bet
I do. Believe me, I allowed myself a good hour or so yesterday to unleash a howling fit of rage in my bedroom, slamming doors and all. Straight up 6 year old temper tantrum.
But what’s the point in letting that continue? It's just wasting time. Time that I need to get better… to get even healthier
than where I started. Even stronger… an area I know I lacked even before these
nagging injuries came around.
Shit happens. And I’m a strong believer that it absolutely, 100%
happens for a reason. And whether I run again this fall… even this year…. Or I don’t…
well, that’s what was in the cards. And I NEED to trust that.
I read a very fitting blog post recently from a girl who is
currently training for her first Ironman. Aside from being extremely impressed
on a daily basis by her work ethic, I was hard core encouraged by
her words. You can read the post in its entirety here, but I would say it was
these words that really hit me hard:
It’s not what happens to you, it’s how you handle it.
Bingo.
So, what’s going to happen when one of my deepest passions gets
cut out of my life for a (hopefully short) time?
Odds are, I’ll see a lot more of this:
| Elliptical. |
Probably this too:
Stick with me, let’s find out. Because let’s be honest.
Cheers to that.
