This past Saturday was the Brooklyn Half, and good lord did Mother Nature have it in for everyone. Cold, driving rain, gusty winds - absolutely miserable conditions. The runners gutted it out impressively and I'm very grateful to whoever gave me the weatherproofing advice for m poster, and even more grateful that Laura loaned me her raincoat.
It was really hard to be there and not be running the course. It was even more disheartening when I broke into a jog to be sure I caught Laura before she passed by and I still still still felt the pain in my hip that sidelined me in the first place. It's been plaguing me since April 7th and healing so slowly that some days I really can't tell if I'm making any progress or not.
But it's always gratifying to cheer for runners and to be inspired by them - and I was even more inspired that Laura set a PR for the course! I assume she just wanted to run the damn thing as fast as possible to get warm and dry.
Now that it's done, now my attention is turned toward November and the full marathon even more than it was. In a perfect world, I'll be starting my training in four short weeks. We'll see what my body actually has in store for me.
One of the most important things I took away from the day came up in conversation with Laura on the long (looooooooong) train ride home as we talked about how she made it through. We had planned to talk on the phone a lot - Laura loves company on her runs - but the rain and the madness just made it too hard to do anything but focus on what she was doing. She told me she talked to herself, reminded her that her quads are strong, reminded herself of all her training, reminded herself that she was capable - and, surprise surprise, it was incredibly helpful.
It got me thinking that because I love running so much and I miss it so much whenever I'm sidelined, my mental state with injuries is usually one of panic, worry, paranoia, and being so overly in tune and in my head that there's no room to think about anything else.
I need to remember to have faith, hope, and the hardest one of all, patience. I want this over now. I want to be back now. I want to feel strong now. Well, I'm not getting what I want, and certainly a negative or fear-based attitude isn't going to get it to me any faster.
So as so frequently happens, I'm taking a cue from Laura to try to choose my thoughts more wisely.
I will also, very happily, be headed out of town for two fabulous short trips over the next two weeks - first, to spend the holiday weekend with my family in SC, and second to Philly for Marc's opening night and another long weekend. The distraction, the break from the day-to-day, from the stress teaching can put on my body, and from my awful mattress, will hopefully get me out of my own head, and allow time to do its thing and heal.
Which means, dear blog, that I will see you again in June! I hope everyone who is able to has gotten outside today, because oh my goodness it could not be further from Saturday's monsoon. Spring is back on track.
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