It’s been two and a bit months since my half marathon on my injured foot and if there is one thing that I’ve learned its that recovery is a pain in the butt.
I finished physio and took an additional month off of running, just to be sure that I was recovery and spent plenty of time at the gym, becoming BFFs with the elliptical machine (and it’s built in TV screen) and getting my sweat on a couple times a week in spin class but now I’m finally back running, and am registered to do two 5k’s towards the end of the summer.
Which brings me to my current frustration. I’m slow.
I’m building back up slowly and it’s incredibly difficult not to just throw myself back into it at full gear. I want to run far and fast and I want to do it now. But in the back of my mind (or maybe in the middle) I know that I can’t or I’ll end up right back where I was: in pain and on the metaphorical bench. So I plod along, with people passing me by and my four legged companion pulling on the leash, urging me to go faster.
At least I know that I’m not in terrible shape from all the cross training because I feel strong and when I’m ready, I’ll be zipping along again at my slightly faster pace.
I just wish it was sooner rather than later.