Distance: .25 mi running, 1 mi walking
Time: Who cares! I’m moving again!!
After bouncing around on the bottom of a deep, black depression induced by this stupid injury, I decided to volunteer at a local race on New Year’s Eve. It was an afternoon race called First Night 5K, put on by one of our local running clubs. I thought there would be about 50 people at the race but, as always, I was pleasantly surprised by the 300 that turned out to get a head start on the guilt resolution for what they were going to do to themselves that night.
What I saw:
300 happy people enjoying a run in 28 degree weather with a 15 mph headwind, smiling (pretty much) the whole way.
A 12 year old prodigy (girl) who ran an 18:55 5K. She looked like she was floating.
A 21 year old MU senior won the race in a time of 15:03… damn…
Many of my new friends from the running community, shouting “hurry back” comments to me as they ran by… Thanks guys…
A happy crew of volunteers lead by the pace bicycle, a tandem ridden by a crew from the local bike shop, one of whom was wearing a Teletubby costume (I think it was Po)… I have no idea why… but it was REALLY funny.
It definitely renewed my love of the running community and was my final motivation to get back going again. I have been good… I basically sat on my ever expanding ass for the last month and a half, just like the doctor said to. If I haven’t healed by now, I’m probably not going to. So it’s time to eat the pain and get after it. Those 2000 miles aren’t going to run themselves…! I’m already 6 miles behind…
So how does it feel? Like I haven’t run in a month and a half… Yes, there is some pain associated with the injury, but it’s actually only about equal to the pain I am feeling in my shoulders from adding 3 sets of shoulder shrugs to my weightlifting routine. Stiff, sore… but doable. I would even go out tomorrow morning and run/walk with the club except for the fact that it is going to get down to 6 tonight and I’m stiff and sore enough as it is without adding frostbite to the mix. So it’s the treadmill for now and perhaps a run this weekend OUTSIDE (W00T!!!) since it is supposed to get up to 60 (from 6… to 60… in 3 days… Global warming?).
I’m not going to say I’m “back” yet, and I’m probably going to get my ever expanding ass chewed by the doctor when I see him next Wednesday, but it’s at least good to be THINKING about it… right?
Oh… yeah… New Year’s Resolutions:
- Run 2000 miles
- Lose 30 pounds (that will put me at 165)
- The floor is not storage or a trash can. Pick up things on the floor (clothes, crayons, leaves, small children, other misc. junk) instead of stepping over them and PUT THEM AWAY