So, the back. I’ve avoided talking about it for at least a week. I hope you enjoyed the nursing posts last week! But back to the running talk since it’s my favorite thing to talk about, even if I can’t do it.
It’s been three months since I’ve done a long run. I ran 16 miles on February 12th and that was the first time I had back pain (it was on Cat Hill for all you NYCers). I’ve been trying to be patient with this injury and have gotten really good at resting. And drinking beer. Not related at all. Anyway.
I RAN TODAY.
Sorry, I was going to have some sort of eloquent writing to lead into that fact, but I just had to say it. I’ve been doing physical therapy for about two months, started acupuncture a couple weeks ago (more on that at some point), took enough Naproxen that my gums started bleeding when I brushed my teeth, and pondered throwing all (twelve pairs) of my running shoes out the window.
I’ve spent a lot of time talking with Meggie about injury (and sending her my new random ideas at 2am when I’m at work, thanks for reading my ramblings and not thinking I’m totally nuts) since she is finally getting back to normal after her IT band took over during her last training run for the NYC Marathon. And that was in October. See? This recovery thing is a long process. I’ve (almost) let go of goal races for the moment since I don’t know when I’ll back fully back in action, which is better for my mindset.
But basically, Meggie told me about how she started back with a run/walk program in order to get back into running again. And by that, I mean it started with six minutes of running with walk breaks mixed in.
To anyone who has run a marathon (or ten…) or has been running for fifteen years or thinks that an hour of running is an easy run, six minutes seems like nothing. I mean, I can run a mile in less than that (…not often). But to someone who hasn’t been able to run for three months, six minutes is amazing.
As in, I want to shout from the mountain tops that I RAN FOR SIX MINUTES. AND IT DIDN’T HURT. And I could bend over to take my shoes off after I ran.
As I got dressed to run, a downpour started outside. I thought maybe it was a sign, but I’m not totally sure I believe in so-called signs, so I waited for the rain to die down a bit. It toned down to more of a drizzle, and I decided to go for it. If you haven’t been around too long, you might not know that I love running in the rain. Short shorts, a tshirt, and a visor/hat and you’re golden. You’re getting sweaty anyway. I wore what I wore when I ran my final marathon pace run before Twin Cities last fall. It’s a good rain outfit and it helped me channel the speedy days, although today was anything but speedy. (And it’s not crazy at all that I can remember my exact outfit from that workout. Totally normal.)
So I walked for a minute. Ran for a minute. Walked for 30 seconds. Ran for a minute. Repeat the run one minute/walk thirty seconds six times.
Needless to say, I didn’t get far. Because you can’t get too far when you only run for six minutes. SIX MINUTES, WOOHOO. But it’s a start. We all have to start somewhere. I’ll back there soon enough with an “easy loop of the park” as my run. (That’s eight miles, including to/from the park…and one of my favorite runs.) I can’t wait for mile repeats on the west side. But for now, I’ll take what I can get.
Look how happy I when I got back:
I’m not calling it a comeback yet. But we’ll get there. Baby steps and a few more rambling emails to Meggie, I think we’ll be golden.
Basically, let me know if you want to run/walk with me. We’ll go for another five minutes tomorrow.