In a way, breaking my leg in January allowed me to be as lazy as I wanted for a short amount of time. I had no responsibilities! Not one. Other than to heal, drink water, take my meds and put on a brave face when visitors come by. In the beginning, my leg felt like it was about to exploded for a few weeks.. Literally, it felt like the pressure was so great my leg was going to POP and all my bones, muscles and blood would paint every wall in my room….and then there’s the intense pins and needles. It’s not fun.
Imagine having no responsibilities, though. I didn’t even have to get my own coffee. After over 5 years of having little dependents and being a mom, a wife, a friend, a person with disappointments, failings, successes, hopes, dreams and then all of a sudden I didn’t have to think about any of that.
It was amazing.
I feel bad having enjoyed a little part of the nightmare of breaking my leg. I also hated it. But that goes for most things. Doesn’t’ it?
Of course, when I got the chance to be independent, I jumped (slowly crutched) on it. To have to rely on people to come by and make sure you’ve had a meal, it’s not something I’m used to. I used to take great pride in my ability to handle things on my own. Now I understand the power of plenty.
I’m back on my feet, No cast. I’m glad for the rest. I’m also glowing just thinking about getting back to my family, successes, hopes, dreams and disappointments.
I did my first twenty minute run on a treadmill, which is so much easier than running outdoors on a trail, but I’m still claiming a twenty minute run victory. I did it and I was so proud of myself. You know what I love about a treadmill? You can watch tv! I give credit to Bob’s Burgers for getting me past the 15 minute mark. It was also nice being at Vitality where I was alone and there were no bears to think about.
One of my greatest fears, since moving to Fernie, is running into a bear – especially, a hungry, scared bear. Last night I went for a run with my running partner and we saw a bear saunter down an adjacent pathway. My friend and I looked at one another and our jaws dropped because it was casually walking away from where we just were. What if?! is what our lowered jaws were saying.
We try and stick to well used pathways and my huffing and puffing most likely tips the bears off to our whereabouts but STILL I really wish bears had a bedtime or wore bells so we could hear them. Wouldn’t that be lovely?
I do understand being scared of bears is not the right attitude but you hear too many stories and you just hope that you aren’t going to encounter that one bear that acts unpredictably.
Don’t you worry about us though. We’ve already decided that, if we do run into a bear, I will jump on my friend’s shoulders and be big, loud and dominant with it and direct the confused bear in the direction of some berries. We’ll be fine!
I haven’t mentioned my running in a while and I was even asked recently if I am still running. I am! I haven’t stopped, other than that one time we went away for 11 days. Other than that, I’m still running every other day and I love it and hate it at the same time. Here’s why:
1. I’m not a beautiful runner. I see runners out there yogging away and looking so majestic at the same time. I’m huffing and puffing and my saliva is just bursting out of my mouth involuntarily and I’d rather not see anyone when I feel like my lungs are about to collapse or my calves are about to burst. Do I need a be a beautiful runner? No. I don’t. Does it stop me from going out and running anyways? No. It’s just something I observed.
2. I am ill prepared for the heat. I still don’t have proper shorts for running during a heatwave and last night I discovered why people, generally, don’t run in jean shorts. My inner thighs were chaffing like mad! By the time I was done my 20 minute run I had to tear those shorts off and let my legs breathe. I’ll still do it again because I also felt a little like a rock star runner and I didn’t mind it. Fashion over function, right? Maybe I’ll wear high heels, too.
3. It’s hard work. It’s a good thing I don’t run longer than 30 minutes (and that includes my warm up and cool down) or else I would probably not do it anymore. It’s a quick exercise but it also requires stretching and showering and all the other stuff that comes with increasing your heart rate. Ugh.
4. The after glow. One of two things that keep me going is the glow in my face after a run…I mean, once the redness in my face has faded a bit…then there’s this really nice healthy glow. I like that.
5. I feel good. It feels great to make your body work a bit harder and to see how you’ve progressed. I can ALMOST run all the way around the annex park loop. That’s amazing considering I could barely run for 60 seconds when I started. I’m patting my back right now.
Have you seen those paintings from the 1700s of voluptuous women just draped over a bed with beautiful fabrics surrounding them? Well, I put a painting above by François Boucher to show you what I mean, just in case. I want to BE those women. They’re so plump and contemplative, yet, peaceful and happy. I bet somewhere off canvas there’s a bowl of grapes and a pitcher of wine and maybe a little book she’s enjoying or not enjoying.
I need to go run now so I can come home and eat my spinach salad. UGH.
I’ve talking about running clothes before (how I refuse to wear spandex anything) and I’ve decided it needs to be discussed. When I started running I already had a few essentials : runners, sweat pants, shirts, socks and a sporty looking zip up hoody thing. I thought that was a good start…. in fact, I thought it was too good. In my head I wonder what people did before the days of wicking and super breathable fabrics. Did many runners die from sweat? Sounds dangerous. And what did people do before shoes weren’t able to get pumped up? They probably didn’t run very well.
I saw a couple guys in the past few weeks running in their every day clothes and I was like “yeah you are!” In my head. I wanted to be just like them. I felt over dressed for running in my slightly less every day clothes. There has to be a place in the middle. Running clothes that don’t say “hey look at me.! I’m a runner!”
Right now, I’m a little concerned about the warm weather approaching. My fuzzy lined sweat pants are going to start hurting my feeling very soon and I’m going to have to find an alternative. Running shorts? Do I have to? Is it really a horrible thing to cut an old pair of jeans and run in those? Why? I guess I’ll find out and let you know why people don’t do this.
At what point is running actually about running because, as far as I can see, it’s about what your brain is thinking you can or can’t do. I mentally slapped my running partner in the face when she told me we were going to start running for 3 minute intervals from 1 1/2 minutes. I thought she was the meanest person on earth. How dare she?! I’m not ready for that.
Turns out, I was ready.
I was so sure I couldn’t do it, for whatever reason, and came close to telling her she might need to find a new partner because she had outgrown me. I was wrong and she knew it too. My running partner is also good at chatting through the three minutes so three minutes doesn’t feel like 10 minutes. Next we’re moving up to 5 minute intervals and I get a little puke in my mouth at just the thought of it. My running partner is so mean. I might have come down with a nasty cold by then. Hopefully.