It doesn’t really surprise me anymore.
In fact, it’s almost a rite of passage that i face each new year of running:
The annual spring running injury. (yes, i know it’s not spring yet, but it sure feels like it around here)
The script usually plays out something like this:
Take some time off over the Christmas holiday. Feeling invigorated and inspired, start running again. Become overjoyed with running as if i’m discovering it for the first time. Probably run a little too far and too fast on a long run. Don’t take the next day off when i should because i’m having too much fun. Start making goals, maybe even register for my first race. Get injured. Take 6 weeks off.
(To be fair to myself, i actually was a lot more careful than what i described above, with a slow buildup of mileage and intensity. But as i am reminded each year, it only takes one run to overstep the boundary and cause an injury).
So here i am, back in this all too familiar territory of the injured runner.
In the last 2 weeks i have progressed through the 5 stages of grief and mourning (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance). I think i am now somewhere in between the depression and acceptance phase. Not so much a cognitive depression that might result if i was forced to miss a big race that i had trained all year for, but more of a chemical depression that results from ceasing the steady dose of joy and endorphins that running typically feeds me each day.
But on the flip side, it has made room for some other fun things that might otherwise get pushed to the back burner. Like enjoying a relaxing coffee in the morning and showing up to work on time.
Today, Kristin and I spent the day in the City, meeting up with friends Alex & Peta and cousins Lydia & Jeremy. We drank coffee, went to a book store, sat in not one but two parks, enjoyed an impromptu string quartet playing riffs on 80’s music (even metallica), and ate nitro-chilled ice cream. Not bad for a Sunday afternoon.
And last week we took a birthing class, which is helping to put me in the right mindset for what is to come. We are 5 weeks out from the due date, and it’s starting to feel more and more real. Not that i have any idea what that really means yet!