Dear Tenacious Little Running Injury,
Is is okay if I call you TLRI for short? No, you prefer Tenacious I, like Tenacious D – but with an I. Fine. Now, comedy music duo names aside, I’m writing to let you know that you’ve made your point loud and clear and I’m going to need you to leave.
I’ve learned two things about myself since you showed up:
- Somewhere in the last few years I became that person who shrugs and says, “It doesn’t hurt THAT bad. I’ll just go ahead and run the 10K this weekend anyway.”
- In that same time span, I’ve also become a person who misses running. Who feels sad about missing the 10 mile training run with her husband last Saturday and a little pang of I wish that was me when a jogger passes her on the walk to work.
Here’s the thing, I don’t want the be that first person. I realize that I need to listen more closely to my body and not run six miles (or perhaps any miles), when I have a sore spot in my leg that hasn’t gone away for a week. I promise I’ll remember that it isn’t about pushing myself to finish that one race, it’s about keeping myself healthy so I can run many, many more races.
Which brings me to the point that I DO want to be that second person, the one to whom running is important. I’m grateful that I’ve found something active that I enjoy, that I can share with my partner. Not to mention the fact that I’m pretty sure it helps keep me keep things in perspective and makes me happier. I know it makes me healthier.
I’ve learned my lesson, Tenacious I, and yet you continue to linger. So, I’m taking you to the doctor next week. That’s right. And not just any doctor– the specialist one. The one who knows all about you. I’m going to follow her instructions. And you’re going to go away. Understood?
I thought so.