Give me Patience

Since my running has been at an almost standstill for the last few weeks, it has allowed me to spend more time thinking about other things in my life. I have to admit, it’s been personally rough on me to have two big races looming on the near horizon and not be able to train. It has been not only an adjustment for me, but for those around me, as well. I’ve tried to make the best of it, though.

I was only able to squeeze out 8.5 miles on some great hilly terrain this past weekend. A small consolation, considering I was planning on doing a minimum of 20 miles. And, there were moments in the second half of the run, where I suddenly realized I was running sans gimp and proceeded to run the extended uphills and, then, blast downhills through the forested, rocky, leaf-covered trails, much to the chagrin of Olga who had been so patient with my horrendous, uncontrolled gimp and complaining during the first half of the run. And, yesterday evening, I turned around after about a mile on the trail and began walking back. After a few minutes, I began running again and proceeded to increase the pace. Immediately, I felt great and ran up the last hill as hard as I could and finished with the slight feeling I may just puke due to the effort. Again, no pain until I walked home afterwards. Frustrating.  Oh, the things we take for granted when we’re healthy…