Live from New Yorkâ€¦itâ€™s my couch. And itâ€™s wonderful.
I mentioned recently Iâ€™d started running again more. My trainer, Leanne, said something â€œas runners, we ___â€ (I donâ€™t remember what, but it probably had to do with muscle tightness.) I felt a twinge of sadness as I realized I didnâ€™t feel as though I could identify myself as a runner.
Last week, my therapist told me, â€œTheodora, you really need to get back to running more. Youâ€™re truly your best self when you run.”
WOW. That woman I pay money to tell me insightful thingsâ€¦is so freaking right.
So Iâ€™ve run a few times in the past week, and even though it generally has sucked duringÂ (I feel tight and lumbering and slow), but afterâ€¦all those sweet, sweet endorphins come rushing back and I remember why I do this.
Until a day or two later when my hip flexors and calves are SCREAMING for mercy, and I knowÂ the foam roller will help but will also hurt like all hell.
So Iâ€™m trying to safely increase mileage for the Brooklyn Half while being cognizant of my body and that line between soreness and actual pain.
But, damnit if these two ladies werenâ€™t right. Iâ€™m so happy to have running back in my life and starting to talk to others about run coaching. Iâ€™m emailing with a few of you lovelies, coaching one of my friends (and her dad!) to their first halves and helping a coworker figure a way to safely get through her first marathon after injuryâ€¦and I love it. Watching/helping others is as inspiring to me as running myself.
And then this happened.
Iâ€™d be lying if I said I wasnâ€™t a little apprehensive at first. â€œCan I really do this again??”
And then I got excited for the best day of the year and realized I have eight months.
Did you get into NYC??Â Tell me about your epic running comeback, also.