Tuesday, April 12, 2016


On my forty-first birthday, I busted my foot during the last quarter mile of my morning run.
Like busted busted (the orthopedic doc strongly suspects it is broken; he wants an MRI in addition to the x-rays, but our insurance wants to hear that straight from the doc. Insurance, I am glad I have you, but you can go ahead and eat a dick).
Tomorrow will be a week since I fell and I'd like to take this opportunity to pat myself on the back for keeping whining to a minimum and not dragging everyone else down with me.
Some running goals have been squashed, but I'm surprisingly okay with that.
I ran a solid 15k a few days before turning 41& crossed the finish line with my bestie; while I wasn't setting the world on fire with my pace, I was truly stoked to begin logging miles in preparation for Broad Street (yep, I got selected in the lottery).
Other than Broad Street, I really had my heart set on crushing the local trail series (and was well on my way with two age-group wins in the book) and possibly attaining a PR at what would've been my third half-marathon.
Plans have changed.
I've deferred my Broad Street entry to next year (smart move).
I might be able to do a trail race at the tail end of the series, but am out of the running for an overall placing (it was super fun to chase points again, I'll admit it).    
That's that blah blah blah...off my feet for a bit, but I'll be back.
The good news is, I have been riding again. And I've been loving it.
The timing is great, as I'm sure I'll be back in the saddle before I am back on my feet.
Let's face it; it doesn't even feel like spring yet. The weather has been bullshit. I'm hardly missing anything.
Maneuvering around on crutches has proven to be a tough upper-body/core workout.
Nothing is hindering my ability to do any cross-training that doesn't involve my feet or ankles.
So, it's fine.
This is truly nothing.
(I mean, insurance sure doesn't think a broken foot is important, so...)

I love running.
I love running alone.
I love running with my friends.
I love running in the woods...on pavement. In the rain (when it's not cold rain).
In a sea of racers (though I do NOT like the crowds before the race actually starts).
In the dark morning, through town by the glow of street lights, sometimes the moon, our headlamps, various blinky safety lights.
I love the rush of endorphins, the good stretch after a long run, the Epsom soak to thank my legs for being strong...
I love to run.

I also love to write and paint and cook and play with my kids and watch movies at home by the fire and hang out with my friends and plenty of other shit to keep me busy while I nurse another silly injury.

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