Sometimes I feel like my ankle injury and recovery has more installments than the Star Wars Saga. If not for the injury, though, WHAT would I blog about?!?
Last week was tough. I didn’t recover as quickly as I had planned from last Sunday’s half marathon. I’m not sure what I expected, but I know that I didn’t expect my ankle to take almost the entirety of a week to settle down. Sometimes I think I live with my head in the clouds. Or the sand. But most likely clouds because I generally have a “glass is half-full” mentality. Sometimes this leads to my discouragement because always focusing on the positives kind-of pulls me away from the reality of the situation. The reality of this situation is that, as much as it pains me to admit it, I still have a loooooooong way to go to be fully recovered.
Had I realized that Plano would be this hard on me, I would have scrapped the race. I wanted St. Louis to be the stronger of my 2 half marathons this Fall and I’m pretty sure that I killed that chance last Sunday. I spent a lot of time last week fretting and worrying about how I will get myself ready for St. Louis, how I can race it semi-competitively and manage avoid another setback like the one I experienced this past week. After running a mere 2 easy miles yesterday, I know I was right to be concerned. Then my good friend, Jenn, sent me the race elevation….
Race elevation actually did cross my mind yesterday. I didn’t look it up because I know I can’t train for hills right now, and ignorance is bliss, right? Thanks, Jenn, for covering me on this one…..
Step Aside, Ego
Let’s face it. Every time I get myself into this kind of trouble, my ego has had A LOT to do with it. OK….maybe my ego has had EVERYTHING to do with it. My ego wants me to go run St. Louis as hard and fast as I possibly can (which, at this point couldn’t be either hard or fast). After Dallas last year, I swore to myself that I would keep that ego in check. Yet, I find myself at a similar crossroads again. Running (and life) is a series of trade-offs in which you balance the risk with the reward. Of course, when I signed up for this race I fully expected to be healthy and strong, but I’m not right now. And the ONLY reason I signed up for THIS race was because a group of my running friends from all over the country (and Canada – can’t forget that Canadian!) would be there. I need to stay focused on the reason I decided to go to St. Louis…..friends! Last night, while I was bellyaching to my friend Jenn, she suggested I run the race “REALLLLY easy” and enjoy the course (and bands) with her.
I’m most likely going to take the reward of running the race easy with Jenn instead of the risky choice of actually racing the race. (Oh, running, how you humble me….over and over and over again.) I’m actually really happy with this decision at this point – I am looking forward to running for the fun of it and enjoying the bands along the course. The best part will be running with my Sole Sister! Plus this decision relieves me of some anxiety – mainly how do I get myself ready to really compete in less than 18 days when I’m less able than I was before Plano. I do have races on the horizon that I want to run as hard and as fast as I possibly can – Dallas Marathon, mainly, because I do have something to prove to myself on December 13. If I can rehab myself and come back strong for Dallas, all this mess during these Fall races will have been totally worth it!
My current mantra: I am more than my performance as a runner.
Cinnamon & Sophie
Alli finally settled on a name for the “store-bought cat” (as Bobby likes to call it): Cinnamon. Cinnamon is a much better choice (IMO) than the others that were tossed out there: Meowington and Kitty Cent to name a couple. Cinnamon made himself at home from the moment we brought him through the door. He sleeps right next to me, often under the covers…..just like a dog! LOL (Sophie IS NOT going to like this when she comes out of that crate.)
Sophie has been crated for 2 weeks now and she is starting to make progress daily. The first week was touch and go, and I began to wonder if she would ever get any mobility back in her legs. Thank goodness I was wrong in that assumption. She is still weak and wobbly, but is so much stronger and steadier on her feet than she was even 3 days ago.
Cinnamon LOVES to play with Sophie when I have her out of the crate sitting with me in the chair. The cat is relentless. Sometimes we have to lock him in a room just so Sophie can have some peace and quiet!
AND…..it’s National Coffee Day!!! For me, however, EVERY day is National Coffee Day 🙂