And then JUST LIKE THAT…something started working. I don’t know if it was the alignment work I am doing, the strengthening, the rest or a combination of all three, but SOMETHING has turned around inside my leg and I’ve noticed significant progress in healing. The deep-seated pain is minimal and sporadic. The tightness continues to melt away with each passing day. My gait is not hindered by a limp and strains and stresses are not aggravating. Just. Like. That.
I suppose since the injury came on so suddenly that it should leave in the same manner. Unfortunately, the window of time created during this setback has swallowed the fitness I had built to that point and the PR I was hoping to run at the marathon this November is now no more. The time needed to both ramp up fitness and then scale back for the race is too short for success and so I’ll just have to cheer on my teammates and look towards the Spring, or a winter destination race. 🙂
You know what though, I’m just happy to be on the verge of running again. Measured success, goal races and a climactic endpoint to so much training is all part of the fun, but ultimately, in it’s most purest form, the success and the joy are embodied by the actual effort itself. No one can sustain the amount of mileage and strain we put our bodies through if not for a seemingly absent reward in the act itself. We love running and so we do it. When it hurts, we do it. When we can’t breathe, we do it. When it’s cold, dark, hot, windy, freezing, raining, etc., we do it. All that effort may get us to race day, but come what may in that relatively short span of time it takes to complete the course, all the work up until that point is what we look back upon as the true value, the true reward.
So I can’t wait it out, because in the meantime I’ll be running. Again, finally. And believe me, at this point in my life, I need it more than ever. (subtly alluded to back story not included)