Well, here we are--it's May. I've done a good job of getting out there and getting in the miles, even though it has been a little challenging (just a lot going on both in and outside of work). I've gone on some pretty sweet runs and I'm proud of the work that I have put in. There were times when I was in the lowest points of my injury where I worried I'd never run and be active without pain again, that I'd never get back to my old self.
The truth is, I still have days where my foot hurts. Recently I've been noticing a few lingering issues in my right foot, which up until now had been unaffected by the issues plaguing my left foot. Now, I've been pushing myself a lot at work lately and it's very possible that it's just strained from that; it could also be the beginning of plantar fasciitis, which my doctor always said was a possibility. It's also possible that it's nothing and I'm just paranoid. In any case, I am listening to my body and I'm not pushing it.
Like over my weekend, for example. It was a beautiful day and would have been perfect for a run, but my foot was bothering me so I took the bike out instead. It was the second time I've gone biking this year, and it was not without its challenges but I'm still glad I went. I'm so happy I bought my road bike last year; I never would have done such a thing if not for Tom, who inspired me to get into cycling in addition to running. I touched on this in my instagram post yesterday, but for as much as I love running, there is something really fantastic about cycling, too. I'm excited to see how cycling fits into marathon training and I look forward to having it as a cross-training option all summer.
Marathon training. It's only a few weeks away. To say that I am nervous is an understatement; I am terrified. I know what I need to do to be successful and I am confident in my abilities but the "not knowing" is a lot to deal with--because I felt like I was getting along okay but I got hurt anyway, and in the end my entire plan came to a derailed abrupt end. To defer the marathon once is one thing, but to have to do that twice? I really don't to go down that road again, and I will do everything I can to avoid it, if I can help it.
So... I have a few weeks to prepare. And then, I'll work on eating well and sleeping enough and getting those miles, slow and steady. I will get stronger mentally and physically and hopefully, on that Sunday morning in October, I will cross the finish line after 26.2 miles through the city that has stolen my heart and soul. That is what propels me through my doubts and my fears... I want it so badly, even though I know it's gonna hurt like hell, and I am willing to put in the work. I press on in the hope that I will be rewarded with the sweet victory of even getting to the finish line, the opportunity to fulfill this challenge that has eluded me. Ahh, 15 days. Here we go!