I've been keeping a rather tight lid on this venture. I'll admit that I love setting and meeting goals, but I absolutely hate how people can undermine your accomplishments or put your down with a smile. I'd much rather set a goal, meet it, and never let anyone else know. My goal can be my own, little, secret happiness. But sometimes, it is good for me to share my ups and downs. Sometimes it is a source of growth and joy despite the happiness suckers out there. Those are the times when I remember that my goals, my life, my little blog aren't here for other people. They're really here for me. And I can choose to share them or not on a whim. So, here goes. I'm in a sharing mood.
I've been training on and off for a half marathon since November. I say on and off because early on I decided to try out new, minimalist shoes. I didn't break them in. I didn't have my gait analyzed. I didn't know what I was getting into. I don't even know when exactly it happened, but I sprained the top of my left foot pretty badly. I tried to run through it. That didn't turn out so well. In the end I had to take a month+ off from running, from yoga, from just about everything because I couldn't move my foot. I could walk. That was it.
After a month of inactivity, I didn't really think I would be able to come back. I thought my February half marathon was impossible. After a lot of self-pity, I decided that since I'd already signed up for the race, I would finish that race even if I have to drag my sorry butt over the finish line. So I started training. Those first few runs were brutal. My whole body was stagnant. It didn't matter how far I was going, I'd be huffing and puffing. My legs were stiff. I hated every mile. Eventually though the miles got easier. Its like riding a bike I guess- you never really forget how to do it.
I ran 9 miles this weekend and it felt great. Am I where I thought I would be five weeks before my first half marathon? Nope. But I'm here. I'm running. And it feels damn good!