I waited impatiently as my physical therapist moved my foot around, pressed down on my ankle and asked me how therapy exercises were going. The question was burning the back of my throat. I needed to spit it out soon. It was the only thing that I really wanted to know from my doctor.
“Can I start running?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why not. It might hurt a little but it might also help. Just don’t fall.”
I've slowly but surely been making my way back from my injury and running again. On one hand, I’m happy, because I’m running. On the other hand . . . I am full of fear . . . because I’m running. The fear of re-injury is holding me back. Suddenly every little thing that doesn’t feel right freaks me out. I don’t know what is so different about this injury vs any other injury I’ve had this year, but this one was like a big “HELLO, LISTEN TO YOUR BODY” message.
I've spent the last almost 5 weeks not running at all due to a small tear in my peroneal tendon in my right foot. (think pain down your calf, behind your ankle and into the outside of your foot. The worst!) I know, it could be much worse. I am able to bear weight on it now and I have been given the okay to gently start incorporating impact again. No more than 10 miles a week, per doctor orders, and not all at one run (apparently that needed to be specified lol) My first time back I ran half a mile, I was terrified to go any further. A few days ago, I did 3 miles with walk breaks and it seemed a tad difficult, mostly because all I could think about was how my foot was feeling. Today, I made a little more progress. I ran 4.5 miles with minimal walk breaks. Right now I’m just trying to establish consistency, evaluate any soreness or pain, and get my legs used to running again.
Welcome, winter! In conjunction with the City Fit Girls Run Club, I am bringing you some cold weather tips!
Yup, winter is here, so for lots of people -- like, me, here in the midwest -- that means snow and fridgid temps. My hope is that we'll have a fairly un-snowy winter. In case that wish doesn't come true, I'm prepared. Yes, I'm a big time treadmill runner when the days are too fridged, dark and cold. But I do stick to outdoors for my weekend runs and I love it.
So, for you, remember that a snowy season doesn't mean you have to give up your outdoors runs! Just be sure to follow a few key tips to ensure your safety when you head outside:
Dream Big. Work Hard. :)
Do you have any other tips for running in the snow?
Now that I’m taking a little time off from running and not training for anything in particular for the next month, I’ve been thinking about what my short term goals are. Where do I see myself running in 2016? When I don't have a goal I seem to flounder. Running gives me goals. Whether it's to complete a certain distance, set a personal record or conquer a particularly difficult course..... I have something tangible to work towards.
For months and months my goal was simple: train, train, and train harder. I was laser focused on the prize of my first marathon and it was hard to really look anywhere else.
For the past month I have had one goal: RECOVER. My first and most important goal was to let my body do whatever it needed to get back to where it needed to be. I have just started to slowly incorporate strength training back into my life this week, but still no running.
Non-runner friends, co-workers, family members, doctors who just don’t have a clue, strangers on the street…They’ve all told me running isn’t good for me.
I’m sure many of you have had a similar experience in your lifetime, so you know how frustrating it can be. You know what I'm talking about, you say just one little thing about how your hip hurts and they have some snarky comment to say about how if you didn't run so much you wouldn't hurt like that or about their grandmas-sisters-friend who was a runner in her day, etc. Do I bite my tongue and let the comments slide? Or do I try to explain that, actually, running is a pretty healthy (physically AND mentally) activity to be doing?
Injury…the most dreaded word in an athlete’s vocabulary. The only thing harder than running is NOT RUNNING when you're injured. My lights have gone dim for the last 3 weeks, and I am missing every mile I would have run. It's painful. When I'm injured, it is as though I am spiritually knocked on my behind. I am forced to sit there and I am forced to deal with it. It is completely challenging to have any motivation because I feel as though a part of me is gone. I know that sounds dramatic, and it is. Sometimes the truth is too dramatic to even admit to yourself, let alone other people.
And I've gone through the classic stages:
Denial-running though the injury
Anger- Why did I allow this to happen? How could I be so stupid
Bargaining- please, if I can just run, I promise I will never ever complain again.
Despair- I will never run again. My life is over.
I've finally hit acceptance- Ok, so maybe I NEED to take a break. Some rest and rehab and I will be back on my running game soon. It might take weeks, it might even take moths. Every time I think I've accepted it, a few days go by and I’m still in pain, I go right back to feeling as though I’ll never run again. Logically I know I’m being ridiculous. I know that my injury isn’t really all that bad, its just a tear in my peroneal tendon. And that there’s a chance I’m being just a tad over-dramatic. But logic doesn’t always win.