This past year has been a rough one to say the least. I never even think about my hip anymore, it’s like it was never hurt. I am so glad I had the surgery to fix it, and do not regret it one bit.
I was talking to my Feldenkrais instructor about my goals and what I wanted to do once my ankle heals. The only thing that physically hurt me when I started running again were my feet going numb, which is due to my extremely tight calves. Other than that, running was going great. Cardiovascular-wise I was holding in there, doing longer bouts of running, doing hills, and sprints.
I never really thought that I would want to do a marathon. I am happy with doing half marathons. Heck, I would be happy to do a 5k right now, but I’m thinking about in the future.
My feldenkrais instructor overcame a huge disability, doctors saying she wouldn’t walk and now she runs ultra marathons, and places in them. If that isn’t motivation enough that you can do anything you set your mind to, I don’t know what is!
In the near future after my ankle heals and I’m cleared to workout besides doing upper body and core, I want to get back to running (obviously). I have a couple of personal training sessions at the gym I still need to do, and I would like to get back to my yoga, cycling, and weight lifting.
In the distant future, I want to set my body up and be well prepared to start running half marathons again. I want to eventually do at least ONE marathon after tackling a few half marathons.
People don’t understand me, at least the people who aren’t runners or want to be active. I somewhat get it, I mean someone actually wants to sweat and run when nobody is chasing them? I look forward to the day when I can get up at 6:00am on a Saturday or Sunday morning and run with my fellow Landrunners or run at 6:00pm on a Thursday night in the hot & humid weather of Oklahoma with the Red Coyote people. I had started doing that, along with running Tuesday evenings at the OKC River with some awesome running folk.
For about 3 days after I broke my ankle, I was wallowing in my sadness. I just couldn’t understand why these things kept happening, why couldn’t it happen to someone who hates working out? I was bitter (again). I decided to look at things in a different way. Things can always, ALWAYS be worse. This is just another hurdle in life that I have to jump over, and hopefully not break anything else while doing so.
Look to the future. Have a plan. Work It Out.
I can move beyond this and get stronger. I will.