It’s been 18 days since I last laced up shoes to go for a run.
Not that I’m counting, right?
In the days leading up to surgery, I signed up for the Dick Beardsley Half Marathon knowing it would be the last chance to race for the season. Then I spent the next 48 hours trying to convince myself that the pain would be manageable and worth the satisfaction of crossing the finish line.
If you’re doing it right, racing should be hard enough to bring some discomfort. But I knew this would be another level of pain.
So, on race morning, instead of an early morning drive to Detroit Lakes, my time was spent drinking coffee and tracking friends’ results. And waiting impatiently for their Facebook posts and race results.
For a guy ready to go under the knife, I was more than ready. I just had one piece of unfinished business.
By 8:30 a.m. Sunday, I laced up my running shoes and headed outside for my last run before surgery.
It would be decidedly short, just a few slow miles, but enough time to focus on being thankful for all the blessings in my life. It wasn’t anxiety or nerves prompting those thoughts, but a genuine appreciation for the people in my life, the places I’ve gone and the opportunities fortunate to come my way.
With so much discord and bluster in the world, polarized politics and finger pointing, it’s easy to forget about all the good surrounding us. The constant state of unhappiness and blame is a tired story line. Life is a lot more enjoyable when you focus on being grateful and helping others.
Facing 6 to 8 weeks without running, I suspected there would be some rough moments. After all, running has been an outlet to see the better side of life and people, manage stress and let my thoughts wonder.
Recovery suffered a delay with a pulled muscle, a post-surgery consequence that setback my ability to beginning a stretching routine prior to core strengthening exercises. After receiving my official rejection notice Wednesday from the Boston Marathon for 2018, after spending 8 years chasing a qualifying time, pushed me into a funk.
This morning I woke up early and watched Breaking2, the National Geographic documentary on the effort to break the 2-hour marathon barrier. My next run, still many weeks away, can’t come soon enough. If you haven’t watched it, set aside an hour. and you’ll walk away inspired.