This quote has resonated with me since high school. I think it speaks to a lot of aspects in life. The ups and downs are both part of it, but it is how we face the downs and get through the storms that make us who we are. Needless to say I had a lot of downs over the months of June and July. Luckily I had running as an escape. I started hitting my marathon training hard. With the marathon only months away my weekly mileage was back up to where it needed to be and the long runs were becoming the highlight of my week.
Three weeks ago my first 16 mile run came up on the schedule. I was so nervous, even more so since it would be the first long run I would have done by myself. In order to beat the heat I was up at 330am to head out to the 7 mile loop I usually run. I made a play list the night before and packed a cooler of ice and water in my car so I could stop to hydrate halfway through my run. The run it self was a good one, I enjoyed the solitude and the feeling of accomplishment with each foot step. My time was not great, but that was not the point of the run. Being a competitive person time is usually always in the back of my head, you read all these times that people have and it makes my 10:20 min avg feel like a glacier pace. I have to constantly remind my self that my goal is to run my first marathon. Finishing is an accomplishment.
I was extremely happy after that run. My body was tired but it felt great I was still sweating, which is a big accomplishment. I went home took a shower and then the pain hit me and it all just went down hill from there. I had chaffed. From my sports bra. Unbelievable pain. Needless to say I am never wearing that sports bra again. After some very careful showering I was able to lay my self on the couch for a much needed Downton Abby marathon. I ate a whole pizza and although my legs were a little restless I felt good.
Later that night I got a foot cramp. I thought it was just a charlie horse and so I stretched it, iced it, and took some aleve. The next day it was still there and I had trouble just walking around. I rolled it on a lacrosse ball, iced, stretched, and all that. The pain did not subside. So I went to the foot doctor he gave me a boot told me to wear it 24/7 for a week and cross train in the mean time. I was a struggle to sleep in but 70 days out from my marathon I was not about to take any chances. A week passed and I was supposed to be able to get back to the grind after some much needed rest. I took to the treadmill and my foot felt a little sore, but I was pain free! What a relief! Well that relief only lasted the day. That night the pain was back and worse than ever. I went back to the doctor and he ordered an MRI, which I unfortunately can’t get done for two weeks. So I am stuck. 50 days out from the marathon and I am stuck on the bike and forced in to a boot.
I have been in this position before and it is not fun. Being in pain and not knowing what is wrong is extremely frustrating. There were many tear filled nights of fearing the worst that all my training was for nothing and my dream of running the Air Force Marathon in September was not going to happen. I am still at that point of waiting, but now I am not letting it defeat me. It has been a tough transition to have to accept that I can’t run and I need to stay off my feet. So I have been hitting the bike and the gym hard. Moving to two a days so that I can work on building my muscle with weights and hitting up the legs and cardio by riding a bike.
For inspiration I have been listening to “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten. This song I could seriously listen to on repeat right now. I love it because it reminds me that it is up to me how I face this storm. I can choose to let is defeat me or I can keep pushing and working towards my goal.
And now just for fun here is a picuture of Olive 🙂 because a dog always makes the day a little better!