i’m up early on this chilly 27 degree saturday morning. i have had all the best intentions for the last 2 weeks of finally running outdoors (off the treadmill). i had met my goal of miles per week to test my feet and that went well. then i went to the high school regional basketball tourney with my daughter & caught the worst round of crud i think i have ever experienced. i have been sick for 2 weeks, drowning in snot & coughing up the scariest stuff a body can produce.
this past thursday was the first workout of any type, it was strength training core & arms. it was hard due to the fact i still can’t breathe good & i have been down for so long. friday i was sore (that’s a good thing) so i did legs & back. at one point i felt like crying. about half way through the work out i realized i was way off my usual effort & i was frustrated. i am still coughing and blowing snot, so i tried not to be too hard on myself.
the rest of the day friday i was so tired. like i needed to rest. i suppose my body was just still worn out from being sick, i’m not sure. you would think that nearly 2 weeks of being off would be enough rest, but not so. so after an intense leg workout, i puttered around just waiting for bedtime. about 3 a.m. this morning i had to get up and pee & as i swung my legs off the bed it hit me. OUCH, my butt hurts, my calves hurt-Yay! I was sore from the leg workout. I was really excited, i hadn’t gotten sore from a leg workout in a long time. the lunges & squats did the trick!
so this a.m. i am waiting for the temp to rise, contemplating a nice slow first pavement run in the valley. we shall see. my chest is still very heavy from congestion, so not sure if it is a good idea or not. but, in case you haven’t heard,prime running season is upon us & i have my first 5k of the year coming up next saturday. it will not be a PR for sure, but it will be a chance to get back on the road with like-minded people. that is something i miss terribly. i miss the very thing that when i first began racing terrified me the most. i worried so much about what the “real” runners thought of me that i couldn’t enjoy the process. now i long for it. pinning on my bib & chatting with the other runners is like going to church for fellowship or for some going out with a huge group of friends for lunch & a movie. it is what brought a smile to my face during all those dreaded treadmill runs. i would get totally out of it & then a past race or an upcoming race would pop in my head & immediately my pace quickened and i was smiling. i don’t race to win. i race to race. to see how honest my training has been, to see if i have improved or if i need improvement. i race because i just love it, the nervousness in the air, the smiles, the laughs,the chatter-all of it. so my race this coming weekend will be more of a training run with a lot of people i don’t know. it will be a chance to see where i stand. not how i stack up against other runners, but rather how i stack up against myself. i am anxious, but i am so ready. this long break has been tough. i will be honest i am terrified of re-injuring myself, so i will make sure to be very cautious, but in the immortal (and nasal) words of the beloved Sponge Bob Square Pants “I’m Ready, I’m Ready, I’m Ready, I’m Ready!!!!!”
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