Guys, I’ve ran the last 7 days in a row!! Whoa. I honestly can’t tell you the last time I did that. Maybe last November, the last time I did the run streak? I don’t know. It’s seriously crazy to think about it for me, because I’ve felt so injured and so hopeless for really the past year. And even last November when we run streaked, I struggled with my feet. Right now, my feet feel pretty good. A bit sore and tired after runs, yes, but not sore during the runs, which is a major improvement. Majorrrrrrrrrr.
I don’t really have much to say today, and I wouldn’t be blogging if I hadn’t committed to blogging every day in December, but since I have to write, I might as well tell you how I’m feeling, since that’s why I blog in the first place.
I’m scared to tell you I feel good and then end up re-injured or feeling like crap in a week, but it’s a chance I’m willing to take.
I feel really good right now. The best I’ve felt in months. The most I’ve felt back to myself. It’s been a long hard battle. It hasn’t been linear, it hasn’t made any sense, I’ve been down more than I’ve been up, and I’ve shed a lot of tears in the past 15 months. It’s been a lonnnnnnnnnng road. I can’t say if I’m on the right road for sure, or that I’m going to be healed anytime soon, but I’m finally feeling like it’s progress, and that’s something to celebrate.
7 days in a row, 60kms total, some trails, some roads, snow, rain, sunshine, ice, with a baby stroller, on my own, with Nikita; I’ve been running in a little bit of everything this past week, and rocking all the different sides of my running life. I haven’t hit the track yet, but pretty much everything else, and it’s so good to feel everything again. So good to be able to frolick in the snow, and pound the pavement, and not care about km splits, and just run. Just enjoy running.
So, here’s a double thumbs up from Cathy and I’s run today with baby T.
One thumbs up for me and my progress, and one thumbs up for my friends running in San Fran this weekend. Last year I was running my first 50 miler. Craziest race of my life. This year I’m not there, but friends are. Shea & Melissa are going back for redemption after Mel Terry Fox’d the race last year with a bum leg. Kent & Michelle are there from Ontario, Michelle’s first 50Miler. Bret who I shared the trail with last year is back again. Candice who we never thought would run a 50miler, let alone run a 50K in the night is there for her first 50Miler, and a couple other girls we know, Hilary and Sarah are there as well.
Jay and I actually contemplated hopping on a plane today for the weekend, but the airline was against us and raised instead of lowering the prices, so it didn’t work out for us. Shit happens. I’m sad to not be there cheering and crewing for my peeps, but I know they’ll all do amazing. I’m so proud of them all, and can’t wait to hear about their races. Love you guys!
7 days guys!!!! So proud of myself, and so happy to be *fingers crossed* on my way back. #beastcomeback