So….I’m injured!
I burned myself at work last Friday, and after seeing the burns specialist at the hospital the other day, I’ve decided to take his advice and take it easy for a couple of weeks.
This obviously puts a huge dent in my plans to compete in the 12hr. track race next weekend..
My training had been going well and I felt this was going to be a good chance to set a new PB, but now I’m just going to go and support all my friends instead.
Having (forced) time off has given me time to reflect on running and it’s importance in my life, it wasn’t that long ago I’d nearly given it up. At the beginning of the summer I had a lot on my plate, job and family stress and running was beginning to seem like another chore, so I took a month off, my first break in two years. I’d had a few bad races and my motivation was waning, with the “6 inch trail” marathon (46k) looming and other life stresses I decided to take a break.
At first I was nice to not feel I had every free minute committed to running, I resolved to read some books, finish off the house and spend more time with the kids. By week two I was longing for something. “Maybe I need a new hobby” I decided, so I searched for a new sport, windsurfing? Rock climbing? Caving? Nothing fit…
Week three rolled around and I realized I missed all my friends (who are runners) and I found myself not knowing what to do on Saturday night with normal people.
“It’s almost 8:00 p.m.! shouldn’t we be going to bed so we can get up at 5:00 to be at the trail by 6:00??”
By week four I knew that I had to go back to running, I missed my friends, I missed the trails, and I missed the realness of pushing myself up a hill that only running can implant into you.
My mind is now filled with these lessons learned and I’m dying to get back out there.
But for now, I’ll enjoy supporting my friends as they go round the track!
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