I know... I said I was back and then I disappeared again. I promise this time it wasn't completely by choice. First, I took a small break after Rocky Raccoon to recover. Recovery was a bit tougher this time as I managed to roll my ankle which locked it up and resulted in my later spraining my knee. Awesome. In my attempt to be a good coach and to follow the advice I would give my runners, as well as listening to MY coach, I took 2 entire weeks off.
It was time to, hopefully, get back to running, and then BLAM - hit by a truck. Yeah, not figuratively. I was literally rear-ended by a semi on a major highway. Totaled my car (thank God my kids were NOT in the back), and majorly jacked up my neck, shoulders, and back. Thankfully, no hospital-worthy injuries, but I literally couldn't even swing my arms without hearing snap crackle pop up my back. Lovely. I was told to rest completely for 2 weeks.
Let me do the math... 2 + 2 = 4 weeks. I have never had an injury that kept me from running for more than a week. This was insanely hard to deal with. Those close to me know I was an utter basketcase.
After 4 weeks, it has been a very slow and cautious build-up. I dropped Rock n Roll USA (though I still traveled there to work the expo for SportHooks). And I am just now running 12-ish miles for my long run. Like I said... long, slow road.
At the end of last month, I traveled to Arizona and made it a point to hike the Pemberton trail - the site of the Javelina Jundred - my main goal race this year. I simultaneously convinced myself that I could handle the terrain, and freaked myself out by being tired after just a couple hours of hiking it!!!
A couple weeks ago, I helped my good friend, Libby, at the Fairview Half. I helped coordinate all the volunteers throughout the day and pretty much anything else she wanted. It was a nice way to be back with the race environment until I can get my distance back safely and smartly.
Then last week, I traveled to Boston. I went to cheer mainly for my coach, but got to see a few other friends in the process too. Honestly, it was a fantastic trip... unfortunately covered with a horrific cloud. I left the finish line area with Adam about 30 minutes prior to the explosions. I was safely in the hotel. There have been an amazing number of touching posts on the events that occurred in Boston, including this one written by Adam. I don't feel in a place to really share my thoughts. But I'll tell you that more than any other tragedy, this felt very personal. I don't watch a lot of news, and I have been engrossed the last 5 days. Yesterday, in particular, I could not turn it off. I forced myself to turn it off today.
Despite it all, the Boston Marathon is a great race. It was an amazing city. And I won't let the events that occurred keep me from congratulating the runners. I was incredibly proud of my coach for his first Boston finish. I won't let it keep me from thinking it was a great trip. I won't let it ruin any other races. It won't stop me from running. And it won't stop me from spectating either.
With all that said... I feel like I'm on the comeback. I'm finding my motivation. I'm finding my normal (just in time for the kids to be out of school for the summer - ha!). I have 2 big races planned this year - a radical departure from my normal raceaholic years. But one of those is coming up in 2 months, so I need to get back on my game NOW!
Next up... Bighorn Trail 50K.