That is the phrase that seemed to play over and over with each step that struck pavement a couple weeks ago while running a winter marathon in Albany, NY.
I’ve been slowly working my way back from an Achilles injury from last fall. It has been a painstaking process because:
a.) this is the type of injury that takes TIME & REST to heal and
b.) I’m not patient when it comes to sport and recovering from injury.
The latter, I think being a by-product of years of speedskating …I’ve skated with stitches, broken ribs and more pulled muscles than I could shake a stick at…I was always afraid of “losing ground” if I missed a training session, so I would get out there and grit through it. Hind sight is always 20-20, and I can now see that a little time off to heal is a good, not bad, thing.
With lessons learned, I took recovery very seriously, listened to my body and backed completely off when I pushed a run too much.
So, now I’m getting back in the saddle again. I have a pretty decent race card set up for the running season:
- a few local runs (5k’s and such)
- St. Pat’s Day 4-miler- March
- Pittsburgh Half-marathon- May
- Utica Boilermaker (15k)- July
- HMRRC Half-marathon- October
I’ve also been trying to participate more with a marathon training group that hubs (he is still very active) & I ran with 2 years ago. It’s been hard on the weekends with schedules to have both of us gone for long runs, but when the winter marathon came around on the roster, allowing for team relay sign-ups…well, how could I pass it up?!
You know how I mentioned that “hind-sight is 20/20” thing?
Yeah…If I knew then, what I know now….
I was excited to be a part of a relay team with Leigh Ann and Kim, and looked forward to a fun Sunday run. I love to take photos of big events to document the day and to share with you.
It should be noted before we go any further:
There. Will. Be. No. Photos. Of. This. Event.
Because it was so cold that I did not want to remove my hand from the pseudo-warmth inside my glove for ANY reason, especially to take a picture. It was cold. STUPID cold. So cold I kept telling myself “I think I’ve lost my mind.” The wind was so strong at certain points of the course that it stopped you right in your tracks. On top of that, with temps hovering around 19 degrees and gusts at 20mph the wind brought the chill down to zero.
One thing from the day that made me feel like I was back in my skating days…the camaraderie of suffering; we all wanted to quit, but we didn’t. We gutted it out and shared the common saying of “I can’t believe how much that sucked!” over a hot cup of soup when all said and done.
I learned my limitations that day…and I will not repeat it next year if conditions are similar.
My team did great! I had fun getting to know them better. Hubs had great success with his team as well. I also wanted to acknowledge two marathon training group members in particular…Jon and Diane. They ran the whole 26.2 miles SOLO and did awesome. It took a lot of mental strength to get through that brutal day.
So I leave you with a picture that I DID take…because you know I will always take a picture if there is food around…
My hard earned beer! (Goose Island)