When you have a date in mind anticipation can be killer, so can getting sick.
I wrote last time about my injured knee. Turns out it was
taking the blame on behalf of my foot and hip. So my chiro stretched and pulled and pushed and prodded (all in gentle yet painful ways) and I am walking up stairs again! But the running? Not so much…
My body responded well to my chiropractic treatment, but just not well enough. I went out for my Wednesday night run to test it and made it through the warm up. About 10 minutes into the run my knee hurt again and I was
scared smart enough to stop and not continue aggravating the situation. More medical appointments, rest, and many crossed fingers for the next few days.
It is now less than 2 weeks til my race day. My fingers tremble a little as I type this. The days are both long and short, as so many emotions ramble along with me each moment. I am as ready as I can be for this run. I could not have put another ounce of energy into a training run or hill workout or speedwork session. I have given and expended and strengthened and gained fitness.
I have grown mentally stronger as well — which is most surprising to me. I had accepted a status quo for myself a while ago and figured I had achieved what I could. But running around the track the other day, I realized I was running faster than I ever had, and was not panicked. I was okay, and I was doing it! Going fast scares me. I worry that part of my head will explode from the emotions and fears of doing something I did not think I was capable of. It’s like having your wildest dreams and passing them by, as if in slow motion. The trick is to run through your fears, and dreams.
Then you are suddenly better than your wildest dreams. It’s breathtaking. I think that’s the part that makes me gasp and hyperventilate when I’m running. That’s me saying, “Look! I’m doing it. I’d better stop!”
I’m nervous and excited, and this will continue until the gun goes off on race day and we start moving.
I’m also a little sick. My son has coughed a little the last few days, but I have a sore throat and slightly swollen glands. I think I’m okay, because it only happened last night (I could feel the exact moment: one moment fine, next moment gagging to swallow). I don’t have a fever and I’m not more achy than I have been.
Positive thinking is in full force now. I will be fine, I will not get sick. My knee will get better. This is good practice; I’ll be using up my allotment of positive thinking to get me through those hours of racing.
In two weeks it will be just an easy Sunday run along with all my friends, a few thousand strangers, and a number pinned to my shirt.