Over our spring break (camping on the beach in Florida) I ran a little bit each day. Simply putting one foot in front of the other I began with a one-mile run/walk and during the course of the week worked my way up to three miles, I slowly began to feel like a runner again. Now, three weeks later, I am running about 25 miles a week and, I must say, I have never, and I mean never, been happier in my life as a runner.
I know there are a lot bigger problems in the world than not being able to run but for me those four months away from running were extremely hard emotionally and psychologically. I felt an emptiness in my life that I couldn’t seem to replace through any other outlet. Now, after just a few weeks of running mellow paces and light miles, I have learned, at long last, not to take my running for granted. It is too much a part of my life to risk losing.
What this means for my long-term running future is too hard to tell. As my doc said, “You’ve got a lot of wear and tear on those tires and there are no spares available.” As I think about it, what really matters to me most is my daily run. And, if I need to trade running long races or running long periods in order to enjoy my daily 35 minutes of solace, then I am good with that. I know it’s cliche but it really is all about the process.
So, as we roll into the heart of spring, I am celebrating the simple pleasure of my daily run. For now I am sticking to the roads and no more than about five miles at a time. I feel myself slowly getting more fit, I feel my mind wandering more readily with each passing run, and my emotional balance is much more strong. After four months away, it is that balance that I feel like I most need. And, now that I have it back, I’ll do whatever it takes not to lose it.
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Call for Comments (from Meghan)
- When was the last time you were injured enough that you had to take several months off running?
- How did that lack of your daily run affect your emotional well being and the rest of your life?
- Have you ever found yourself taking your ability to run healthfully for granted? How do you remind yourself in those times that the physical ability to run is not a guarantee?