Running Life Lessons
You know you’re doing the right thing when everything goes against you.
Discouraging nay-sayers and ex-runners providing unasked-for advice? Check.
Onslaught of rain & wind the moment I even think of going for a run? Check.
At least one person making an unnecessary remark about what this could do to my cleavage? Check.
But yesterday was the icing.
And then my shoes gave out completely.
I had a choice to make. Give in and quit, or deal with it.
I fast-walked the rest of the way, and hobbled home. I felt so guilty over slowing down the rest of the ladies I practice with. Tried not to be too much of a whiny baby about the pain until they left. Collapsed on the couch the moment the apartment door closed. And as a I sat there icing my shins and calves, I had a little conversation with myself.
Why am I putting myself through this? It hurts. A lot. What the hell?… my toes are PURPLE! Oh man, I am too old for this. What was I thinking? Well, the ice helps… the pain IS receding… maybe I’m making it out to be worse than it is… hey I can see my pulse in my ankle.. is that supposed to happen? How am I going to get through the next training run? I feel like such a dolt…
…and so it went. I waited for the denial hormone to kick in, or my darling spouse to let me off the hook. Neither happened.
End result ? I refuse to quit. I’m off to get replacement shoes from my local Running Room. There are some things I can’t do anything about, and there’s some I can. I choose to focus on what I can.
Consider this a ramble about life & running in Vancouver.