|Me on the last day that I (semi)successfully ran. I've made attempts since then, but none got past about a mile|
And, because I'm just a little too stubborn and a little too competitive, I have not been able to run since the beginning of March (I pushed myself too hard at the half-marathon in Feb. because I wanted to beat my time from my half-maration in January--which re-injured my tendons). After resting for close to 8 weeks, I finally realized that I wasn't getting better. So, I went to the Orthopedic Surgeon, and then scheduled an MRI. The diagnosis: partial thickness tears in the Peroneal tendons of both feet.
|What I have...|
|If I can't run, at least I can spend time with friends at Chihuahuas baseball games!|
In the process, God is teaching me patience and, while I don't like the lesson, I'm pretty sure that I need it. I've always known that I am not the most patient of people, and I even prayed for patience for most of my high school years. Then I realized that "tribulation worketh patience" and stopped at the first real lesson God gave me....not because I suddenly became a paragon of patience, but because the lesson was just too painful. Either someone is praying that I acquire a little more of this virtue, or God has decided to answer the prayers I prayed way back in high school. Either way, learning to wait and to dial back my exercise has required that I develop a measure of grace for myself, whether I want to or not. Now that my body has gotten accustomed to moving on a regular basis, this enforced inactivity makes me feel antsy and out of sorts. I've found that bicycling doesn't hurt as long as I rest a sufficient number of days between exercise, but it isn't the same thing. All I have to say is that, the Lord willing, I will be back pounding the pavement someday. I'm willing to put in the work if it means that I can run another half marathon. Until then, I wait and I pray. And that is a blessing all its own.