When I was told last Wednesday not to run for a couple of weeks I was a little
disappointed. Not because I was told to rest, but because I kept thinking I was
careless enough to put me in that position in the first place. I’ve been replaying that disappointing morning when I rolled my ankle. Could have I prevented it? Was I not focusing? Did I get too comfortable? Did my thoughts and words create that incident into existence? I really should stop doing that to myself because it serves me no good purpose.
it and chances are you’ll sprain it again. They’re probably right. But what am I to do?! Stop and give up?! I have a 50 mile race set for January and I’m determined to get to it in one piece! I don’t know how many pieces I’ll be at the end of it, but I’ll sure as hell try my hardest to finish it intact! (Well, mostly intact.) And after the 50 miles, I have the LA Marathon to contend with in March.
the distant future or what may happen — but now, the present. My next race is in about
a month and it’s a trail half marathon and the following day is a trail 10K. Right now that’s my main race goal. But before I even get to that, I have my midweek training and running club Saturdays. Sure it’s important to know what the big picture is, but I also need to remember the big picture is constructed from little pixels. And each element is all part of the training and unfortunately, dealing with frustrating challenges comes with the territory.
my mind, it was something that happened and I’m over it. Well, I suppose I could’ve just pretended it didn’t happen and not write about it. Whoa! Why didn’t I think about that first?!
But injuries do happen and they happen to everyone. I’m not the only one. A couple of friends of mine had to bow out of Sunday’s Chicago Marathon due to dealing with unforeseen and disappointing injuries in recent months. This little setback I have is something very small compared to what others deal with every single day, and not just running-related issues. So there is absolutely no place for a pity party!
send others off on their runs. I couldn’t run, but I can definitely support others. I felt like I haven’t run with them in weeks! I suppose it has been a couple of them, but it just feels like so much time has passed, and it’s only been a week. Running on Saturday mornings is so engrained in me that if I miss a Saturday, my weekend just feels a little “off.” So I went out to Santa Monica and talked to a few of my friends. Took some photos. And yeah, I felt a little sad I was missing out on a 12 miler with them.
During the hike my foot felt okay and that tempted me to try running. I didn’t though.
My conscience told me I’d be making a big mistake and could potentially turn
something very minor into something major. Wasn’t about to risk it just yet. I was very focused and kept my eyes on the ground the whole time I was walking. Any loose dirt I
treaded very carefully on. This hike was just another element to my training and it felt good.