Let’s check in. How you doing?
You’re not gonna talk? Okkkkkk, I’ll talk. I’m grrrrrrrrrrrreat. I mean I spent a year putting my body back together to get into really good shape and have a knife literally stuck up my ass.
That sounds painful!
Oh, it is. It super sucks. Sucks like watching Man Buns cruise around as I power walk down the path. I can’t even run up after him and tell him his head looks like a….certain part of the male anatomy. If the Man Bun is a compensation, then these boys need better vitamins to grow bigger buns. I’m just saying…nothing says angst like a little hair wrapped into a cocktail smokie.
So what’s an athlete to do? Cry? Nope. Bitch? Um, isn’t that why we are here? Move on? Let’s face it. I adore running. I can’t often have my way, but it isn’t because I do things wrong. It’s one body- flesh and blood. It’s given birth, it’s suffered injury, it’s been sick, it’s been on top of the world, it’s been fantastic, it’s been broken, it’s healed and healed, and it’s learned.
I have absolutely no regrets about my last attempt to come back to speed. In the final hour, it didn’t work and I fell back to square one. But not in my head.
I’m a lucky human being. I can’t do everything I want to and that frustrates me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give back to other runners. It doesn’t mean I cannot adjust and find what will work. It doesn’t mean I won’t run again.
In the meantime, I’m back on the bike and the elliptigo. I write this because I have been injured so much. Injury is (for most of us) a part of life and being an athlete. Just like running should never define you, injury should not either.
Be smart with your body. If you find yourself injured, make a concrete plan to recovery. Mark a calendar. Enjoy the downtime with other activities. Find new interests. Support friends in their races. And most of all, never ever count yourself out.