I’m moving on up with my running, friends!
I’ve run on back to back days – Wednesday and Thursday. Plus Monday. I can see myself progressing from this injury…finally!
Here is last night’s run:
It’s hard to see that seriously increasing pace with each mile. For a three mile run. I cringe a bit when I put less than stellar numbers and paces out there; (EDITED TO ADD: less than stellar compared to the some of the blogs I read by super speedy girls. I keep comparing myself to others but I need to stop. Running is running, and everyone should be proud no matter what your average pace is! Thanks Katherine for helping me realize this!) I don’t want people to judge my running based on “statistics”. But I keep reminding myself: I’m a runner because I run.
Let’s be honest. I haven’t been able to run seriously since November 6th, 2011. My recent life continues to be separated by “Before November 6th” and “After November 6th”. Before November 6th consisted of serious marathon training and aiming to get faster; the only thing on my brain being NYC, NYC, NYC. Before November 6th I hadn’t run the NYC Marathon. After November 6th, I became a finisher in my 2nd marathon…my dream marathon!
Eagerness and exhilaration were my main emotions until a planned 20 miler on October 16th, when a twinge on the outside of my left knee forced me to bow out at mile 14. It was my Mom’s birthday so I stopped around mile 12 to call her. I was still feeling okay at that point; a little pain but not horrible. After I started back up again, everything went downhill. Unable to run and barely able to walk, I dragged my screaming knee the rest of the way home.
After that, my emotions switched to trepidation and fear. I was beginning my taper and contemplated whether the rest time and a little strength training (per the advice of some physical therapist friends) would put me back where I needed to be.
As you all know, I ended up running the race (and PR-ing by 40 minutes!). But, that’s not the moral of the story. I should have deferred my entry to 2012, but I couldn’t imagine not being at that starting line. Logical or not, I couldn’t fathom waking up on November 7th without having run New York City.
It was one of the best experiences of my life, but I know it did more harm than good. It would have been even better had I not been fighting the constant IT band and hamstring pain. I’m certain I ran on pure adrenaline from the unbelievable crowds. I’ve been a spectator at the NYC Marathon before – and during my race I remember thinking how thankful I was to be on the “running side” of it this year. Even a couple days prior when I was walking back from the expo with my bag of goodies, I heard so many good luck wishes from strangers; I feel so blessed to be a part of it all.
Now, 4 months and 17 days post November 6th, I’ve finally run two days in a row. 5 miles total. I think I’m okay with it – I’m thankful that I’ve learned so much from this setback.
Now I’m moving forward.