I ran two miles today. The fact that this is even worth mentioning, let alone the intro to this post, shows how meaningful this was. My latest nasty calf injury left me hobbling if I attempted a mere jog. Still, I ran 1.3 miles with my 12 year oldÂ son in October, as I was trying to pace him in a 5K. After I paced him through the first mile at around 8:30 pace, then dropped out when the calf pain got really bad, he picked it up, finishing with a 7:30 last mile and a 24 minute time! I don’t think he needed my help…and the calf certainly didn’t need me doing that.
So I stopped trying to see if I could run, and started listening to my body. I continued to see my fantastic chiropractor Dr. H at United Wellness Center, who I am convinced gets some sort of sadistic enjoyment out of sticking needles in me, and I enlisted the help of a physical therapist, Kelly at Chiron PT, who worked on the calf 3 times a week and gave me some great exercises to do. The feedback I got from her was valuable in my decision to run today. Last week I really felt that the muscle had loosened up, as I was no longer feeling it. The difficult thing about an injury is that you get accustomed to feeling something you shouldn’t. I was used to feeling my calf as it was so tight, but noticed when the sensation finally stopped.
So today was the test. I was nervous. I foam rolled first. Then I walked for a bit. I was supposed to walk for half a mile but a quarter of a mile in I was itching to run, so I let myself go. I had to force myself to slow down as the adrenaline kicked in and I naturally sped up. At 1 mile I stopped at Starbucks, just in time to meet members of my running club who had just finished a 5 miler. I hung out with the guys (the girls were running longer!) for quite some time, catching up and shooting the breeze.Â It was great to catch up. I was supposed to walk home but, again, a quarter mile in I was itching to run again so I indulged in another mile.
I made sure to stretch well when I got home. I have no intention of sliding backwards. And then of course I started looking at all the races I want to do. My last race was in August, and it feels like an eternity. But I realize I have a long way to go, and I still need to be patient.
Tomorrow is a rest day. 😉