Nobody Likes Reruns

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I’d forgotten how hard running can be. You may think that because I finished a marathon, I now have the running power of a Kalahari bushman. Ha. I haven’t run (except to chase the occasional child) in six weeks. As you may recall from last time, I was having a little trouble with my muscles, and my knees, and my foot. Last week, with doctor approval, I wrote 2 miles on my calendar for today. I was getting so stressed about NOT running, that I was determined to run, no matter what.

When I awoke, the rain was blowing sideways.

“Really? Is this some kind of test?” I thought, as I headed to the basement to drink coffee and play Barbies with the girls.

Later we emerged, and I got the kids started on their schoolwork. As I was teaching Libby the value of a good suffix, I saw a break in the clouds. Like superman in a phone booth, I jumped into my little room to change.

It was freezing outside. I wore my underarmor tights, long-sleeved shirt, and my rain jacket. I even put on gloves. I sprinted down the road, and then suddenly remembered I’d been neglecting to use my inhaler since the marathon. It was a little hard to breathe, especially when running against the wind, which was still trying to knock a few more branches off the trees.

I ran anyway, I mean, the wind wasn’t strong enough to knock tiles off the roof. And I kept thinking of how wonderful the run home would be, with all that wind at my back. Besides, what’s two miles? I know a woman who ran 26.2. I can’t remember who that was now. Probably Carla. Or Kirsten.

2 miles. I’d like to say it was easy, and that I felt like I was floating on clouds the entire way. I’ve wanted to run for SO long! But it was hard work. My lungs felt like they were stuffed with cotton. And I felt like I was running through jello. When I turned back to let the wind carry me, the sun came bursting out—thus roasting me like a Quicky Mart hot dog. I was sure I was leaving a trail of sweat behind me, like a slug leaving slime on the road. “I wonder if slugs work this hard?” I thought, taking off my gloves.

Only 2 miles. I couldn’t wait until they were over. It was the longest eighteen minutes I’ve had in a while.

I know running will get easier. Eventually, my two miles will lengthen. My endurance will increase. My strength will develop. But these first two miles are substantial, even if they are reruns.

Stats:

Health: My foot didn’t give me any problems. My right knee is a touch achy, but it could be from the cold, damp day (right???).

Weather: high winds, 50 degrees, however, there was a perfect break in the rain while I ran—and I even got some sun on my face.

Wildlife: I saw one deer jump into a cornfield. I took it as a good sign.

Future: I have a physical therapy appointment Thursday. We will be working on long-term solutions to my knee problems (I still want to be a marathoner when I’m a great-grandma). I may have to make some sacrifices, such as decrease my M&M intake to reduce fat, but I think it will be worth it.

Goals: I still can’t do ten proper push-ups. Or even one pull-up. I’ll have to re-roll those goals. I’m going to buy a weight bench and start ‘real’ training. My biggest goal is to have my knees better by next summer, so I can run a marathon without taping them.

Did I just say another marathon?

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About Keri

Writer, runner, gluten-free cook, solar-powered wife and roadschooling mama of four fantastic young gypsies, Keri enjoys exploring Europe from her home base in rural Germany.

5 responses »

  1. OK sister, you’ve officially joined the club. I love you!! The hardest miles are the ones you log AFTER the marathon when you’re sucking wind and wishing you were nursing ANYTHING but the wind, pain, VO2 and your own flow of consciousness. and maybe a Hefe, but that’s mute for my celiac friend.
    You did just say another marathon, and for that, i am forever yours. Addictive, passionate and not unlike the song of the Sirenes is the call of sweet heightened awareness and solitude of the long stretch. or a short one. Run another, and then another.
    After a marathon I find myself groping like I’ve had a life threatening head trauma for a goal… a plateau or another endorphin high. Knowing you’ve done it before just makes it more difficult. To whom much is given, much is required sort of thing. I challenge myself to grasp those things and let God lead me in what is next. My lessons have shown me that it is not about myself, but more about the people that He puts in front of me. Love. Run and bring your inhaler.
    Try Crossfit. Don’t buy a weightbench. Pullups, pushups and carrying kid stuff is much more cost effective. http://www.crossfit.com
    go soulsister!

    • Thanks Carla! You do inspire me. I will try crossfit. I don’t want a fix for my knees but a cure. I know it is possible. It just means I have to stop being lazy and work hard. And as much as I complain about running (and how hard 2 miles seemed today), I do love it. It helps me to be a better me.

  2. Hi Keri,

    You are a brave soul, but as your auntie, may I scold you? Tell the kids that one of their duties is to remind Mommy to use the inhaler as soon as she puts on her running gear. We really do not want you to suffer or scare the deer with strange wheezing or gasping noises.

    I am happy that you are still “into” running even if your knee and foot are rebelling a bit. I am sure that you will find therapy that lets you run even when you are a granny……about 12 or 13 years from now. You may not being doing the whole marathon at 65, but you will be pretty close to your goal. I feel so sad when I meet friends who can’t even walk more than a quarter of a mile without getting out of breath. Their joints hurt and their lungs and hearts are really out of condition. Soooo, you go girl!

    You and my mom are still my inspirations.
    Love,
    Tia Carolyn

    • I will not forget the inhaler! But there is only one point on which I disagree…I want to be the 80 year-old who beats the 65 year-olds in the marathon! That’s my goal!

  3. i’m glad your foot isn’t giving you problems! roma therapy did the trick! 🙂 hehe. i still LOVE LOVE LOVE our memories! i’m smiling as i type… such a good trip! i’ve been run/walking and figured i ran about a mile and a half, and walked three. don’t let me catch up to you! 😉 xo!

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