I’m the first to admit that running isn’t my favorite activity. However, when I had it taken away from me by my nagging (annoying) foot injury, I realized that I kind of needed it in my life on a regular basis to keep from going stir crazy.
After one week of inactivity, which included daily rehab exercises and the ingesting of ibuprofen to conquer the enemy in my foot, I finally took the first step towards a full recovery on Tuesday morning.
For the record, my quick return was also partially inspired by the taunting of a colleague who had (finally) passed me for the top position on our company Wellness app. I wasn’t just going to sit around and allow that to go unchallenged.
If I needed crutches, I was getting back out on the river walk path!
Don’t worry, though. I was smart about my return to the running ranks. I set the bar very low, and had no goal other than to survive the run without re-aggravating my injury.
Or ending up crying and curled up in the fetal position on my favorite running path.
On Tuesday, I did a slow and steady 1.5 miles.
On Wednesday, I picked up the pace a little and did 2.25 miles. It was only supposed to be 2, but I felt good, so I decided to get all daring and whatnot.
I continued to ice my foot, do my rehab exercises, and take my ibuprofen.
Even though my regular schedule is to run again on Thursday, I was hesitant to put my injured foot to the test for a third consecutive day.
So I decided I would walk down to the river, and then do some interval training along the path. Run a little, walk, run a little further, etc. That sounded like the safest plan because the last thing I wanted was to be on the shelf again with a bum foot.
But as is wont to happen in my world, I didn’t stick to the outline. I refused to return to couch potato status, and I could still hear my colleague’s taunts about passing me on the Wellness app. Man, those voices in my head really need to mind their own business!
I ended up running 2.5 miles, stopping only twice for very short walking breaks. And I didn’t even need those breaks, but only took them because I had told myself I wouldn’t push it on Day 3. (I guess I managed to stick to the outline a little!)
Even after a third straight day of running with an increased distance, my foot felt fine. Just a little soreness was the only reminder that I’d even been injured.
I stuck to my schedule and kept Friday as an off day, but I was right back at it this morning. My goal today was to push myself to 3 miles.
Obviously, I ran more than that. (Are you even surprised????) I put 3.25 miles under my belt, and I completed my sweaty journey without incident. Hell, I returned to The House on the Hill and immediately mowed the lawn.
I’m not going to say I’m cured because that would only jinx me, but My Inner Runner is back. And he’s sweatier than ever!