My athletic therapist and I had a visit today. I was in pain. My hips were killing me and my knee started to hurt so much that I tapped out during a run (which I never do). She treated my injuries and we talked about my illness in October.
Suddenly it all made sense.
My comments to friends about not feeling like I’d fully recovered are accurate. I’m not crazy!! (Well, at least not when it comes to that 😆)
I hurt because my body is fighting to stabilize. I’m burning out because my body is still working harder to balance as I run. It makes sense.
I have a half marathon coming up in two weeks and it’s scary. The finisher’s gift last year for that half marathon was a blanket. That blanket was with me in the hospital. It was a reminder that I am strong, even when I couldn’t stand up on my own. There is an importance to completing this half marathon: a year ago it was the first one I ever ran, my cousin helped start it, and it’s blanket comforted me when I was at my weakest. But, it’s scary to know that my body isn’t 100%. It’s scary to have to change the goals from personal bests to merely finishing. It’s scary to wonder if my body will fail or be strong. The unknown is frightening.
I feel determined to finish, even if I have to crawl.
6 months ago, I couldn’t stand on my own. It was months before I could run without tipping over. In two weeks, I will challenge that same body to run 13.1.
Weaker than I’d like.
But determined, and maybe stubborn enough to get through.