It’s 7:25am this morning, and I’m plodding up a hill towards Dolese Park as the sun is rising. You may not believe I ever “plod”, but judging by my easy run pace on Strava, this morning I was going 30 sec/mile slower than my typical easy run pace, which puts me at close to 9:00/mi. Why extra slow? Because I felt a pull in my hamstring yesterday in my first race since July– the kind of pull that makes you go “uh oh” and subconsciously makes you hold back the rest of the way. Gotta be extra cautious now to see how it feels.
As I’m going up the hill and feeling mixed emotions, I look to my right and see a ~junior high girl wearing the dreaded “boot” AND shooting hoops in her driveway! How much you wanna bet she wishes she was playing b-ball with her teammates?! Her legs may not be willing… but her arms are… and she’s still getting out there and doing something! I was impressed!
I continue up the hill and see what looks like a possum in someone’s yard. I run down the street to see if it really IS a possum, and sure enough it is! I look at the possum, he looks at me, and I start smiling because it reminds me that “this is why I run”!
The “signs” are all around– cheering me up, inspiring, and reminding me to “keep moving”! I’ve been on a roller-coaster, physically and emotionally, the past 2 1/2 yrs (or more like the past 5 yrs!). I do remind myself when I’m running at my best to “embrace those moments”, because I know they will be fleeting. Then there’s moments, like this morning, when I wake up and want to cry because I’ve made so much progress with my fitness/hamstring… only to be one “hamstring injury away from oblivion” (as the great marathoner Steve Jones once said). [Read more...]