Some days running is like that Rolling Stones’ song: You don’t always get what you want, but you get what you need.
The good news is I ran today, the first time in a week. I joined a group of friends, leaving from central Fredericton and we headed out aiming for six miles out and then back before tackling three laps of the Colonial Drive Hill. I hoped to clock 20 miles today.
Overall, I wasn’t feeling too bad. On Friday I’d gone to massage and gotten the soles of my feet stripped, a painful process that brought tears to my eyes. But while I was sore the next day, my foot felt better overall. Certainly after a week on the spin bike, I was more than ready to get outside.
The day was gusty, to say the least, with the wind blowing up to 41 km. an hour. At one point, I found myself on a long, steady uphill grade with Tim and Leah and every time we reached an open area, the wind blasted us from the side. The reward came on the way back as the tail wind pushed us along, making the pace effortless.
At 12 km. I started to feel my left foot tighten and by 14 km I was trying to favour my right, giving me a hop-along gait. At 16 km, I was relieved to discover Mark was parked in his van in order to pick up Linda at that point. I asked for a ride.
More often than not, runners are their own worst enemy. I remember meeting runners who would be running on stress fractures just because they wanted to run. Injuries are a common part of running; it seems like someone is always working through some issue within the circle of runners I know. But we’re terrible at accepting the fact that we might need to rest to allow the problem to heal.
I wanted to run 20 miles today. I needed to run less – and I did. I hope that decision means that I’ll run longer sooner rather than sit things out on the sidelines longer.