Not With a Bang But a Whimper
That's how my second comeback in as many weeks started out.
Against my doc's better judgment but not against his orders, I went out of bit of a run this afternoon. Ran 1/2 mile to USP, 2 on the treadmill, and another 1/2 home.
It was not a pretty run. Had on my big clunky ankle brace and had my eyes peeled to the ground for surface irregularities. I've run in many conditions but I've never run in as much fear as I have today. Fear that one of the thousands of steps I'd take, just one, would land a little bit crooked.
But everything turned out fine. I had one very minor misstep going over the trolley tracks on Woodland, and I was happy for once to get on the hamster wheel, where the security of the smooth surface was augmented by the handrails that I made sure my hands stayed close to. I got the treadmill up to 8.5 minute mile pace, which for today felt plenty fast.
Anaerobically I didn't break a sweat, but it wasn't about that. It was about getting back on the horse. My running felt like a mess today, very tentative. Don't know how to get past that, can't see myself ever running on courses like at Belmont Plateau.
But I know better than to do that. I know to just do what I can right now. Run a little bit, on the treadmill. Make my physical therapist appointment tomorrow. And trust that the horizon will broaden and obscured things will become more clear the farther along I go. A day at a time.
Against my doc's better judgment but not against his orders, I went out of bit of a run this afternoon. Ran 1/2 mile to USP, 2 on the treadmill, and another 1/2 home.
It was not a pretty run. Had on my big clunky ankle brace and had my eyes peeled to the ground for surface irregularities. I've run in many conditions but I've never run in as much fear as I have today. Fear that one of the thousands of steps I'd take, just one, would land a little bit crooked.
But everything turned out fine. I had one very minor misstep going over the trolley tracks on Woodland, and I was happy for once to get on the hamster wheel, where the security of the smooth surface was augmented by the handrails that I made sure my hands stayed close to. I got the treadmill up to 8.5 minute mile pace, which for today felt plenty fast.
Anaerobically I didn't break a sweat, but it wasn't about that. It was about getting back on the horse. My running felt like a mess today, very tentative. Don't know how to get past that, can't see myself ever running on courses like at Belmont Plateau.
But I know better than to do that. I know to just do what I can right now. Run a little bit, on the treadmill. Make my physical therapist appointment tomorrow. And trust that the horizon will broaden and obscured things will become more clear the farther along I go. A day at a time.
posted by seebo | 4:44 PM
1 Comments:
We don't know what we miss till it is gone. It's been a year since my last sprain, I still remember the fear and uncertainty. It's worth all of the effort to get it back - and you will be back - best of luck.
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