As I lay on the x-ray table at the orthopedist’s office today, the tech made a crack about crazy runners, “you runners, you’re like addicts!” True ‘dat! One of the biggest hurdles I’ve encountered in my quest to heal is letting go of running. I’ve managed a few days off here and a few days off there, but I really haven’t taken any significant stretch off to let my body heal. In my nutty head only running 3-6 miles is taking time off. I’m like an alcoholic who only drinks beer. And even when I took a few days off I snuck a hard 70 minute elliptical workout any time I could. 70 hard minutes of any exercise is not rest. Oeuf.
BUT IT’S SO HARD TO QUIT!
Even with my tiny bit of maintenance working out I have still been grumpy and flirting with depression. I feel fat and am having trouble sleeping. Even my bathroom schedule is off (sorry, tmi!) There needs to be a runner’s anonymous for us injured folks who NEED to give it a rest, but struggle. I could use a sponsor to talk me away from the crunches and the lunges and the elliptical and the snowy trails. I could use a nutritionist to cook for me so I can relearn how normal people who don’t run 70 miles a week eat. Even better, someone to remind me that there is a life beyond running and that it’s possible to enjoy a few weeks without it. (Wait, it is?) YES. It is.
I quipped back to the x-ray tech, “Yeah, I sure could of used some inpatient detox when I got injured.” Maybe if I had I would be healed and back up and training now. Darn lack of time machine! But I can jump on the wagon now. A little late is always better than never.