Wednesday

Dr. N released me from his care last week.  He said the tendon is 100% healed and that I can slowly begin to run again.  Except I can't.  I'm sure physically I can but mentally I can't.  I want to but I don't to go through surgery again.  So no running = no surgery.  Get it?

I ran one very slow mile on the treadmill a couple of days ago.  Nothing snapped. No searing pain.  For the most part I still have decent form.  But the dread and doubt are still floating around almost mocking me for thinking I can go back.  They jest and tease "Who do you think you are, Wonder Woman"?  You've come back from so many injuries do you really think you can do it again"?.

I need a plan.  I need a training schedule.  I need a race on the calendar to help motivate me.  I need to reignite the passion I once possessed.  The fire has died down but hasn't gone completely out.  I can feel the embers of what used to be still smoldering.  If only I could find a way to stoke those embers.  I will figure it out I'm sure it may just take longer than I wish.

So for now I will be grateful for sucessful one milers and pray that they turn into two milers.  Who knows maybe, just maybe, this will be the year I move up in my age group.  Stronger and healthier than ever before.

Happy Wednesday my friends!  Peace out!