This year has not been the greatest for the running in my life.
For my love life- it has been perfect.
For my travel life- amazing.
For my friendships- I love them all.
But for running- this year has been flat-out miserable.
First, I got Achilles tendinitis back in late January.
To allow my leg to heal AND stay fit for the wedding, I biked a lot. I went to the gym at my condo and biked and biked and biked.
Fast forward to right after the wedding, I tried running and discovered that the outside of my right knee was KILLING and my I.T. (ilitobial) band was injured. Most likely from a ill-fitting bike. So for a solid two months, I was unintentionally biking my knee into an injury while intentionally trying to let my Achilles heal.
What a cruel merry-go-round of events.
The past two weeks I have been very bitter about all of this, while trying to let my body heal and get my IT band strength and stamina back to normal.
I was suppose to run a half-marathon this Saturday – THE HALF THAT MR. SPEEDY AND I MET AT- but had to switch to the 5k.
I had to back out of my marathon next month.
I have been bashing my body, a lot.
And I really don’t like bashing my body. I highly dislike that and embarrassed to admit it. You know- those thoughts like you only ran a mile, that barely burned any calories, better eat less, you should be working out more, etc.
Thoughts like these can quickly creep up and seep deep and poison your entire day.
We have all been there.
Honestly- isn’t it funny how when we are limited in our normal exercise routine or not working out as much as we did before, there is this great assumption and fear that suddenly you will shrink into a less-attractive, lazier version of your former self?
I need to kick-out the negative thoughts and focus on positive words, like this:
One of my favorite sayings of all time –
The greatest gift you can give yourself is unconditional love.
I give Mr. Speedy unconditional love.
I give my family that too.
I plan on giving our children that type of love too.
Why am I denying myself during this time?
Just because I am running less or moving slower – is that reason to love myself a bit less too? Not grab the slice of pizza or second glass of wine?
Mr. Speedy has been SUCH A SAINT.
I have been moody and disappointed.
Just yesterday, we went for a run and he lead the way, taking a completely off-beaten path that was scenic and new to us both. When we got back to our normal path, he immediately stated how nice it was to run in between the trees and see something new.
And you know what I said?
“That was short. We aren’t going to get our full 6 miles in.”
He really should have slapped me across the cheek for that.
Instead he was quiet and said, “I thought you would have enjoyed the trees and seeing something instead of cement.”
He took the time to run a new route, one that was full of nature, and all I could think about was if I was going to reach my goal of X amount of miles. I completely missed out enjoying the beauty around me. I completely was rude towards my running partner, who choose to run a slower pace with me.
I was completely acting selfish and missed out on a beautiful run with the love of my life.
Well, enough of that behavior.
I will heal. I need to be patient. I will enjoy my runs, no matter what the pace/distance. Saturday I will run the 5k and be happy I can do that. I will be able to cheer on others competing in the half. I will run a marathon again, just not in May, and this OK. I will eat when I am hungry and stop when I am full. I will remember to tell Mr. Speedy each and every day how much his support means to me. I will appreciate every new run with him, no matter what the distance.
I will enjoy myself. And be kind.
How did you work through an injury? Tell me what kept you positive.