It’s hard to believe it’s been 2 weeks since Boston.
Recovery has been rough…and quite honestly, while there was pain, I actually heeded Josie’s advice, just a little too well.
Yes, I was hurt, but I was also just emotionally, physically and mentally spent, so I’ve kind of been a bum for two weeks….
But over the weekend I started getting twitchy toes. The bike riding and cross training at the gym wasn’t exactly cutting it. My hatred for the gym was in full effect and if my family thought the taper tantrums were bad, watching me not run at all was starting to wreak havoc on those around me.
After enough ibuprofen, rolling and a few days of feeling good, I tied up the (new) laces and hit the road. You might have seen me out there….
I’m pretty sure this is how I looked. Pounding and prancing for about 4 miles on the streets with a goofy grin on my face. Actually I started out all panicked and tense and realized it wasn’t going to help anything, so I let go and watched over a minute slip off my pace as I pounded out the last few miles.
I don’t have any major looming goals ahead of me, and it’s kind of nice. I have my 12 in 12 challenge that’s ongoing, but running a half marathon once a month doesn’t seem to be too problematic. I had originally toyed with the idea of pushing myself on the Laguna Hills Half at the end of May to make up for last year’s epic failure, but I don’t want to get injured or tick my knee off again, so it seems a fun run is in order.
So for now, I’ll run for the sake of running, race when I want to, and evaluate what I’m doing next.
The last year has taught me a few things about my running:
–I love the challenge of full marathon training, but I like hanging out with my family more. The truth is these little buttheads really like hanging around with me now. In about 4 years, they’re going to want to be with their friends and that’s going to come so freaking fast. I want to eat up every moment I can with them like it’s a molten lava cake.
-I’m a middle distance, moderately fast kinda gal. Too short and too fast and I’m too hurt. Too long and too slow and I’m hurt. I’ll go with the halfsie and a moderately quick pace and see where that leads me. That said, it will likely lead me to the beer tent to celebrate my accomplishment while I wait for my uber ambitious friends to finish their additional 13 miles. Pshhh….
Sarah and I celebrating a new PR in October – first tapped keg #winning
What big goals do you have coming up?
What’s your most favoritest run recently?