I haven’t felt qualified to write any running posts lately. Maybe it’s a post-marathon funk. I’ve been barely running in order to give my leg a good rest, and I’ve already kissed my plan to run the Hospital Hill Half Marathon on June 1st goodbye. It’s been depressing. How quickly I can change my mindset from feeling like a runner to feeling like a pretender!
Speed has left me, as has my solid base mileage. I’ve run just enough to not lose my running fitness entirely…around 2-3 times a week, around 3-4 miles each time. Slow. Painfully slow. Like I should wear a disguise slow.
Still, the past few weeks and the post-marathon time in general have been a gift in some ways. Transitioning back to a non-marathon-obsessive state has its perks. I’ve told myself not to worry about it—to look at it as an opportunity to refocus on activities outside running. i am blessed with a full and beautiful life, and I have much to be thankful for, even if my running is going down the tubes.
Stella is in her third week of basic obedience classes, and Oscar just started advanced obedience in the park.
There’s been a lot going on. I’ve headed back to the gym to rediscover strength training…a long lost friend that I’ve neglected over the past six months. Squats, free weights, weighted lunges…I need them in my life. And ah, the feeling of not being able to sit on the toilet without reaching for a handicapped bar…how I haven’t missed you!
And finally, a breakthrough came yesterday morning on my pre-lunch run with Oscar. For the first time since my 20-mile run all those weeks ago, my left thigh didn’t hurt when I ran.
Praise Jesus and Hallelujah! Pain-free running is back, and so am I!