I’m having “writer’s block” these days and I blame it on the lack of running. It’s not just blogging about running that’s affected. I haven’t felt like updating my facebook status or tweeting or writing on my other blog. I’ve even had trouble with real life writing I’m expected to do. Somehow, not having time to zone out (or alternatively, tune in) while running has affected all aspects of my ability to think.
My ankle feels fine today after yesterday’s maiden run. In a way, I feel like I’m starting all over again, but I’m hoping that I can carefully up my mileage without reinjury as long as I stay slow. The last week and a half of not running proved something to me that I’ve known all along. Running keeps me “me”. I tiptoed along the edge of depression (who wouldn’t with all the crap in the last few weeks?), but cross training kept me on the right side of that. But, I’ve just felt off (and still do to some extent) for at least the last week. Yesterday after my run, I felt the most normal I’ve felt since I hurt myself.
I love PRs. I love long distances. But I’ll run slow and I’ll run short if it means I can run for a lot more years. I plan to be that old lady winning her age group just by virtue of finishing. And maybe when I’m 70, I’ll qualify for Boston. ;o)