I laced up my running shoes today for the first time in seven months. I had been sidelined by a stress fracture which wasn’t diagnosed until July. Despite a snafu of medical misdiagnosis, overbilling and being given the incorrect air cast, I finally felt like today was the day to see what I could do.
I had my reservations…
I grabbed my bright pink sport glasses and a bottle of water and headed out up the hill on my 1.1 mile run. As I ran, I could feel the lack of exercise and extra weight I had managed to gain begin to plague my every step, weighing me down. My legs felt like they were hauling 10lbs of cinder block on each foot. I felt the thin drawstring of my running pants slowly slip down beneath the return of my love handles, and I could hear every breath I took. It was like running through cheesecake…it felt next to impossible to move my legs.
I thought about last year at this time…I was probably in the best physical condition of my adult life. I was carrying 147lbs on my 5’7″ frame; I was in Pilate’s class twice a week; and running between 25-35 miles every week…I was training for a full marathon…and I felt great! I thought about all those double didget runs I did while training and the belt with the goos and the beans, my long conversations with my good friend Donna, and I just couldn’t believe how much I lost physically in those 7 months!
My thoughts turned back to the run and I realized I was closing in on my neighbor’s white mailbox on the right side of the road. This meant the course was about to flatten out and that I was almost done! As I finished this test of physical (and mental) fortitude, I looked down at my watch… stupidly I took note to when I had started…it was 11:03am. Now my watch read 11:16am…it took me 13 minutes to run that 1.1 mile loop…damn! I ran mile 23 of the marathon in under 10 minutes…and now damn damn damn!
As I was cursing myself and my oh so out of shape body, I suddenly remembered way back to before I ever decided to run a marathon, or even my first 5k. Trying to run around the block, I could barely make it from one mailbox to the next without having to stop to catch my breath.
Well I made it today, the whole way around my block. Not breaking any speed records or looking like it was done with ease as I felt I had in the past, and I certainly didn’t feel great. But to be perfectly honest, I put my running shoes on…and I did run today… and THAT, in itself, is a huge accomplishment !!!