Today I will go back to physical therapy. As some of you might know, I was released from PT on 3/10 and told to run 4-3 mile days and 1-5 mile day last week and then and only then if I still had any problems I could come back to PT. Well, I did. And it just sucks. I ran 3 on Sat, 3 on Tues, and 3 on Wed. I know, I know…I was supposed to take a break in between and not run 2 consecutive days. But my schedule just didn’t work out that way, and heck, I was, HELLO, running 10 miles pre-injury. And besides that, I was doing the run-walk thing. Well, Thursday my ankle was a cankle again…I iced it down and it felt okay. Just okay. So, I took a break and decided to wait until I go back to PT before I run again. I did go by RFS, where I got my shoes, and discussed the issue with them and they seemed to think that maybe I needed inserts for my new shoes. Which I got. I’m not sure why, since I’m not running right now, but I did.
I am coming closer and closer to the realization that San Diego just ain’t gonna happen. The race is exactly 11 weeks away from yesterday and I can’t even run 3 miles without being hurt….and I really don’t want to push it only to hurt myself even more in San Diego.
I thought about this while I was in the shower this morning, and I think that the part that I am overlooking is that running is a process, not a means to an end. The end is not in San Diego. I am not doing this just so that I can run in San Diego and then never run again. I want to run a marathon. I really really do. But more importantly, I want to run a marathon, and then run another and another if I want to. I don’t want to run one, be injured throughout the whole thing, not enjoy myself, and possibly end up doing so much damage that I am never able to do it again. I want to be a runner, who sometimes runs marathons. I must remember that processes take time. No process starts out from the beginning perfectly and ends perfectly. There are bumps in the road. I’ve hit a bump and just have to be patient. And I have to keep telling myself that.
In other related running news, I volunteered (with T) for my first ever marathon. I think there were about 300 marathoners, plus about 600 running a half and 5k. We were at the last aid station which was the best place to be (like I had thought!) I got to see people who were making it look effortless, and some people who looked they were in excruciating pain. I got to see the winner who got a little lost at the end, but was so far ahead of everyone else that it didn’t really matter. I got to see the last peeps for the half who were breezing in at a cool 4.5 hours (yes, that wasn’t a typo…it did take them close to 5 hours by the time they finished the 13.1), but hey they did it and that’s all that matters! I got to see the last place finisher for the 5k. She was a cute little elderly lady who I think got lost on the route. It took her over 3 hours to finish her 5k walk. And I got to see the last place finisher for the marathon. He must have been about 90, and this was probably his 40-something marathon he had been in. He was part of the 50 States club, and so very cute! T and I closed up after he passed and then went down to meet him at the finish line. It was so much fun, and I learned a few things too. Most of all, I learned to thank the volunteers. Some of the people that passed looked like they were ready to be done, but they never forgot to thank us. Anyway, it was a lot a lot of fun, and just the kind of volunteering that I like to do!