I have been quiet on this blog about any and all running I’ve been doing recently. No practice runs, races, except for the big half marathon last month.
Well, it’s because I haven’t been doing much since I got injured on February 4th. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that day–much like the day I quit smoking, it’s going to live with me. It was the first time it became a reality to me how much I enjoyed running, how much I was going to miss it and depended on it for enjoyment.
I recall every detail. People think I am exaggerating but when you are spending hours every weekend, if not almost every night which is where I was at in my training, you know what happened when and how. I was 8.86 miles in a 12 mile goal run. I had just taken a short walking break at 6 miles where I had run 4.5 miles straight–no breaks besides a single one-minute water refill stop.
I was so friggin proud of myself.
I had met one of my goals, run 4-5 times a week, which was set on this blog. How could I not feel like I was on my way to a success? I was subbing 14 minutes on some miles. I was three weeks away from the half marathon and feeling actually capable of completing the race course with minimal stops (just photo opportunities for characters). I couldn’t wait.
But alas… it wasn’t meant to be. I had to stop. I couldn’t bear weight. I couldn’t even struggle into my work pants the next day. I had to call off from work and I had to go to the emergency orthopedic office. I was put into a walking boot. It was either a stress fracture across my foot or tendinitis. One week later, one of the longest weeks of my life, I had an MRI and was fortunately diagnosed with tendinitis. Unfortunately that meant more rest than running, actually more rest than walking, and that meant no race weekend. No glory. No character stops. Just a semi-unfulfilling Disney trip with a walking boot.
It took me a week after the trip to let the ‘problem’ go. I didn’t complete the runDisney Fairy Tale Challenge but I did get my two participation medals. My mom made reservations for us next year so I can try again. I started physical therapy recently and I have a race scheduled for May so I can get back into the groove of running. I’m very thankful for my beautiful family and friends who supported me when I was at both my best and my worst, not just the race weekend but every other weekend to prepare for it.
I’ll be back at it before you know it. It’s one of the few healthy things that gives me a break both from theatre and my career. It’s a good thing to have and now that it’s missing from my life, it’s like missing an old friend. Can’t wait to see my feet hitting the pavement again, ’til next time.