I’m back from my First Running Injury, and I have to say it’s been great so far. I’ve completed a grand total of two whole runs, in keeping with my physio’s strict advice. It seems like nothing in comparison to my previous schedule, but I am beyond grateful to be able to lace up my Nikes again.
The weird thing is that I’m only allowed to run at a very slow pace for now. And that’s actually really hard for me, given that I enjoy pounding the pavement, and that I’m pretty competitive ,at least against myself. I often beat myself up over little things; pace, distance, or walking breaks included.
This evening I’m running with my club for the first time in yonks, which I’m extremely excited about. It’s gonna be great to get out there and see everyone again, but I’m already feeling conscious of how goddamn slow I’m gonna be. I think this phase of recovery is the hardest: running against your ego. You want to speed up, or tell everyone about your injury, or wear a big sign saying “I’m running slow on purpose, promise!”
But I set myself a challenge (inspired by some of my Parkrunner friends): to run in the slow pace group tonight without saying a bloody word about it. Because when you think about it, it’s actually a complete dick move to go on about how “slow” you are, when in fact you should be lucky to be running at all! It makes no difference what pace you run.
And of course, as I always try to remember, If you run, you are a runner.
So here’s to outrunning my ego tonight!
Lots of love,