I’m starting this post at night, which isn’t my usual thing but my wife is having a girl’s night tonight and I’m just kind of sitting here alone so why not.
I’ve been extremely optimistic for these first several weeks since my injury. That’s mainly because optimism seems to be embedded in my DNA, but also because I’m a firm believer that an optimistic healer is a fast healer.
With January came many runners setting many goals. So many of you are committing to races and getting ready. So many of you are looking great while doing it. You’re crushing your training runs, you’re setting PRs. You’re excited for what you’re about to take on and you’re hopeful that you’ll succeed. I’m happy for all of you and enjoy seeing every bit of it, but also I don’t, and I’m not.
This no running thing is taking its toll on me. I go to the gym and I see runners on the treadmill and I want to be one of them. My current choices are the armbike or riding the assault bike with one leg. Those aren’t running, that’s for sure.
I really will be fine. There are sure to be ups and downs with this process. I don’t want any of you to stop talking to me about running. I love running and I love runners. Maybe I just need to whine a little.
I’m also thinking about what running will be for me when I finally get back to it. Can I pick up where I left off? Can I still set PRs and chase Boston? Will I have to get used to being a fun runner?
I know this is temporary and I know I’ll be back (at least somewhat). Recovery feels far away and uncertain tonight. Maybe a cup of coffee with my running friends tomorrow morning will be just what I need.
Thanks for listening.