I am ending my 7th week of Goofy training and I can say that although I hate the temps above 100*'s, the humidity and the bugs my passion is still there. Fact is this is week 7 of 29. Get back to me in a few weeks.
As many of you know I am/was injured. Patella Preforminl Syndrome. Otherwise known as "runners knee" in a very gray way of looking at it. Long story short my right knee was jacked, the left soon followed and after 3 days of crying (a lot) and eating Ben and Jerry's for dinner I made an appointment to see an orthopedic fearing the outcome. Cussing him out and calling him a dream crusher. Thankfully he had thick skin and sent me to my angel Juliana. I did not believe in physical therapy, I am not sure I do now, what I do believe is that when there is a will there is a way.
When I ran Disney in January I walked off the course pretty happy, we accomplished our goal of getting Sarah to the finish line of her first half, I made the most awesome running friend and we had a blast pulling each other through. When I got home something felt "off" I decided to run it "off" and just shake off the post race/post training blues.
Fact is guys, I am not an expert or a fancy runner, in fact I heel strike like the baddest heel striker out there and love every minute of it. I learned how to run the WRONG way, probably knew on some level that I was running the WRONG way and never corrected it because? I could still run.
When I was faced with NOT running because I was HARDLY walking shit got real.
I have graduated from PT and my ortho has given me the green light to proceed with training, and cleared me from his care.
I worked my ass off. I did EVERYTHING my PT gave to me. At home, in bed, at work, at the gym, pre-run, post-run and prayed A LOT to a higher power for one more shot at running. I stretch, foam roll, have had multiple sessions of active release treatment (if you need a reference point this will feel like you are giving birth to approximately 36 kittens at once). I have been black and blue, frustrated, euphoric and mentally distraught since my diagnosis was given.
I have begun the process of rebuilding my muscle imbalance and am beginning to run the right way, the pain free way.
A lot more of the same. Although I released my ortho feels this is my new normal, I will still have pain, or discomfort, I will continue to rebuild and as I do my new normal will improve right along with me. Until *hopefully* one day I am fixed.
I have to say that walking into the orthopedics office is/was scarier to me than any of my visits at the cancer center. I am a runner, it is my therapy. It has a huge part of my heart and my brain. I have made incredible friendships and partnerships through running. The thought of having it taken away has made me so much more aware of doing things right!!
If you are struggling I feel your pain. If you are on the right track I can't wait to be running right next to you.