After a long absence from running which I blamed on breaking my wrist a year ago ( lame excuse but an excuse) I started out the new year with high hopes to get back into running consistently and training for a local 10k on April 1st. The irony of having my first race of 2017 on April Fools Day did not escape me.
I was doing well but got discouraged. Despite joining a training team and being more consistent I was slow, tired and my legs ached all the time. The slow part didn’t bother me as I have never been fast. The fatigue and aching legs did concern me.
I took a break when we had a trip out West. I planned to do a 5k trail run but it turned into a hike because the trail was uphill, full of big rocks and loose gravel and if it hadn’t been for the guys ( Go Navy!) I was with I would have face planted several times. Still it was a workout.
Came home and I was on fire. That little rest did me a world of good and just this past week I ran three times. Here was my thought process after each run:
First run: “Wow that was great, I’ve got this..I think there is a marathon in my future
Second run: ” That was challenging…man I hurt but hey I did it…not sure about a marathon”
Third run: “I’m either premier-pharmacy.com going to puke or die right now”
I survived and as they say ( whoever “they” are) :
A bad run is just a bad run Click To Tweet
Except I ran all this mileage in three days and proceeded to perfect the fine art of tossing my cookies on run #3.
Not my best moment..not my worst but not my best.
Update: I had no idea my worst moment was just on the horizon.
I wrote this the middle of March. It appeared that this would be my year for running. I was excited about my consistency, my dedication and the irony that the 10k I had planned was on April 1st. I even had several half marathons planned.
And yet as they say “Life happens” and on March 31st my worst moment came when my Dad suddenly died and my life got turned upside down. He lived a good long life and was active up until the very last minute. I miss him terribly and running is hard with a heavy heart but after 3 weeks it is time to get back into it because running is my therapy in motion.
Obviously I didn’t get to do the 10k but my Dad would want me to look forward not behind. Not sure what races I will do but Dad will be cheering me on and he will be with me especially when it gets hard.
Love you Dad
Miss you Dad
