It’s probably a bit pretentious to refer to myself a phoenix. Not probably. Is. But I honestly can’t think of a more apt description for how I feel.
My journey to the 2010 NYC marathon crashed an burned like the Hindenburg. It was not pretty. And getting back up on my two feet was a roller coaster that I’m pretty sure, nearly four years later, still hasn’t leveled out. Injury, and then pregnancy took me out of the running game for quite some time. (Despite thinking I was one of those female runners who would continue going well into pregnancy, I never made it past the first month.) Then, post-partum chronic pain flared (fibromyalgia and arthritis) and doing anything more than working 50 hours a week while taking care of the little guy seemed too much to ask. Add in some major life changes, and, well…running was pretty low on the totem pole.
Running fell so far out of my life that I didn’t remember until today, when I was working on another project, that I even had this blog still up in the Interwebs.
BUT — there is always a ‘but’ — here we are in late summer 2014 and I can proudly say I’ve been back at it for the last 8 weeks. It started as a brisk walk with the dog and stroller, then a light mile-long jog, working up to 5K, then to 4 miles…5…6. I’ve got a 10K race scheduled for next week, with the South Shore Half Marathon and a marathon relay in November.
I’m not running the way I used to: I’m slower by at least 2 minutes per mile, and I hurt for the first quarter mile no matter how much Ibuprofen is in my system (until the endorphins kick in). But I’m happy and teaching my son how to be active and healthy, and the dog is getting a good couple miles in each day to calm her down to a moderate frenzy.
I’m inspired by finding this blog again and aim to keep the posts coming…for whomever desires to read them.