Last year, I when I started falling in love with running, I signed up for the Indy mini – a half marathon, this coming May. They had a series of training races leading up to the mini – a 5k, a 10k, and a 15k, so I signed up for them too, figuring that they’d be a good way to keep myself on track.
Then, along came my surgery. Not that it means I won’t be able to do the mini, but it definitely threw my training schedule off. That wouldn’t be a big deal for a more experienced runner, but building up to 13 miles for an amateur means some planning and some work. But I figured it would be ok anyway – worst case, I’ll just have to walk part of it.
The 5K is next Saturday. Now of course when my surgery was scheduled for December, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to run it. The doc told me that I wouldn’t be able to run for at least a month, and it ended up being six weeks off. Obviously there’s no way.
But I had this thing in the back of my mind that I was going to try it. I mean, how much could I really lose in six weeks? Seems like I ought to be able to get back on the horse pretty quickly. If I was well enough to run, I ought to be well enough to run three miles, right?
But I kept my mouth shut about it, because I knew my husband would think I’d lost my mind. I just THOUGHT about it, and kept planning for it.
So, last week, the doc finally released me., and I ran for the first time over the weekend. OK, now I have to accept it. There’s no way I’m going to be up for the 5K on Saturday. I can barely manage a mile and a half, and it wiped me out. There’s no point in going out there for a fun I’m not ready for and maybe getting myself hurt.
So why am I so disappointed? I dunno. It was a pretty dumb idea anyway, and I KNEW I wasn’t likely to be back that quickly, but I’m still disappointed. Wah.


