A month ago I almost cancelled plans for Chicago. It was going to be my race of the year, my focus race. The one where I would attempt a qualifying time for the Olympic Marathon Trials. Instead, I sat here looking forward to a jog on the trails. I would be grateful for five minutes of feeling what I love: the wind, my breath, and my feet jumping off the ground. But, I will continue to wait, maybe one week, maybe another month or more. Everyone has a different opinion, but the consensus is somewhere around 12 weeks. I just made it 8.
I did go to Chicago a couples weekends ago to support Sam and spend time with our families. The plane ride made me teary eyed, being amongst 45,000 runners at the start ate me up, and then, I just accepted where I was at, on the corner of Jackson and Michigan Avenue. I made my way to mile two and camped out with tons of other supporters until runners arrived. It was loud and chaotic. I shouted for Sam, but my cheers got lost in the noise of cowbells and fellow screams. Then, I was off to mile 13 where I stood awed by all these people. People showing support, excitement, and encouragement. It was a part of a race that I have rarely witnessed. As I stood there overwhelmed my this sense of love, my phone rang. It was my parents informing me that Sam had pulled out at mile 11. I booked it two miles down the road to meet them. He sat on the curb and I walked over and hugged him. I wasn't in his shoes, but I could relate to that feeling of things not going as planned. Seeing a vision and then getting struck by unexpected reality. We've all been there in running and in life. Sometimes we know why it happens and often, we have no idea what went wrong. Not being able to run has made me discover a great deal about loss. There are many emotions involved. At first there was the pure anger, then denial (Who says you can't run 20 minutes on a stress fracture? I did. A couple times. Of course this is when I so badly just wanted it to be a little tendinitis.), several bouts of sadness, and then you just come to a point of acceptance.
I am incredibly grateful. Grateful that I didn't fuck up things worse and that I can still move my body in some form. That I have a wonderful family and friends that will love me whether I run 100 mile weeks or just sit and cry about not being able to run five minutes. They will support me through all my ups and downs. And also realizing that I love supporting people through their ups and downs. Seeing people go through the process of childbirth, having pilates clients recovering from chemo, calming teenagers who have no home and no family, giving prisoners resources to feel competent in a world that says they're not... just giving a friend a hug when they're having a shitty day. This is life, this is important. And this is what I miss about the running community. I miss that support. I miss the camaraderie. The long runs where you can discuss life, all its positive and negatives. Sure I miss the actual act of running, but there is more to it than flying down single track trails. It is my support. It is my hug when I am having a shitty day.
Patiently waiting to have a healed body,
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
My official diagnosis: stress fracture of the hip at the point of the lesser trochanter along with inflammation of iliopsoas. The good news is that the MRI showed signs that it is in fact healing. But, I'm not allowed to do any running and jumping until I feel absolutely nothing in my groin. This will probably be 2-3 weeks and I should be back running normal in 4 weeks. Keeping my fingers crossed that my body keeps healing as I learn to be patient. It has been an interesting 6 weeks so far...
- I got a cat. Her name is Sibley. She is awesome.
- I started studying to become a Lactation Consultant.
- I've made 3 paintings.
- Pool running and swimming have become essential. 2+ hours of pool running are probably a bit excessive, but so what.
- I got 8 new pairs of running shoes in mail. I can't wait to actually wear them on the trails and not just stare at them in the boxes.
- I've learned that sometimes you have to surrender to your body.
- 2 months now is nothing if it means running longer throughout my life.
- I realized I'm weaker than I thought.
- I realized I'm tougher than I thought.
- I'm incredibly grateful for the support of my boyfriend, family, friends, and sponsors.
- You can't always run from things, but sit-ups and pilates can be a temporary fix.
- Calcium and Vitamin C are essential!
- Sleeping a lot is great and even better when you have a cute cat to keep you company.
- Caffeine consumption has stopped. Ok I'll still have some tea.
- I love running, but my body is a critical component. It comes first and I need to listen to it.
- I can't believe how I could convince myself that it "didn't hurt that bad" or "it isn't really pain"... in retrospect... that shit hurt. At least the first few days post TRR. Muscle spasms that wake you up at night = not good.
- As badly as I wanted to listen to everyone who said, "it isn't a stress fracture." I should have listened to my gut.
- Broccoli is my favorite veggie and I should eat even more of it.
- Discovering new things about yourself are essential.
- Slowing down stinks, but it has taught be that I'm not invincible.
- I am really grateful even when I'm sad and bummed out.
Ok, off to the pool for some more aqua jogging... whooohooo!