Last September, after training and racing through muscles spasms in my back and left hamstring, I finally gave in and went to the physical therapist. There was talk of a herniated disk.
I cried when she told me I couldn’t run. Cried.
So after a bit of wallowing, MRI (normal disks, yay!), PT, massage, and plenty of yoga, I am back to running again. In a few weeks I’ll run the Zooma 10k in Annapolis, and I’m still getting my distance base back up.
The thought of running 6 miles on a treadmill makes me want to take a nap. Thankfully I’ve got some girlfriends who are willing to run with me while Dax is in school. Thursday we ran around the Bay Ridge community (see pic of the view we had most of the way), just over 5 miles. Though threatening to rain, the weather was really perfect — moderate temp, not too sunny, not too windy.
It’s funny how psychological running is. I was tempted to walk nearly the whole time, especially since my two friends (and all conversation) were well ahead of me. But I didn’t. I ran the whole way. And by the end what I really wanted was to do it again, but faster.