Funny how I feel like I’m starting anew right smack in the middle of the year. Amid the chaos caused by H1N1 and the storm Feria, I sit here typing with a sense of stability, fortitude, and an eagerness to move forward with my running.
For over 6 months (yes, it was that long), I dealt with runner’s knee, ITBS, post-tib tendonitis, and plantar fasciitis all on my left leg due to my flat feet. And, all that time, I felt like I was in limbo. I could not commit to any training program nor plan for any race. I didn’t know what problem would crop up next. The physical pain from injuries were easy to take. It was the emotional stress that was pure torture—having a dream marathon stolen from me and worse not knowing when I could lace up again without worries.
That’s all over now. There hasn’t been any pain for over a month. I’ve got a race in mind for the end of August and I have a running program that will prepare me well enough for it. It feels good to adhere to a running program again (I started this week)—pencilling in a weekly plan into my journal and ticking this off with a pen once accomplished; it’s been too long since I’ve done that.
While it’s raining outside, the skies are bright on my front. I can once again dream of how far I can go with my feet.