Tonight I was finishing up a very slow (and as normal, feeling like mud) run in a heat index of 97 degrees. I never thought I would have to force a run that was more than a mile, but literally more than a mile and I am counting down every 10th of a mile till I can stop. And tonight was just more of that.
But I ran into a neighbor and her family and stopped to say hi. They asked me how my run was going, and I realized I had about 5 different answers I could give them. 1. Horrible. 2. Horrible and my knees really hurt. 3. Horrible and I never knew I could ever be so slow and that slow could still feel so hard. 4. Horrible and I can't stop gaining weight. 5. I am so grateful to be able to run.
And you know what! "I am so grateful to be able to run" came out of my mouth, even though I feel 1-4 and think 1-4 constantly. And it sounded so much better than whining.
I did a 5k last Friday night, and more of the same. 25:09 was the final time. I just can't wrap my head around these times and such drastic slowing. But really, I can't wrap my head around the fact that my body won't move faster! An 8 minute pace is literally all I've got. But I finished and Dave asked me how it was, and what could I say? 1. Another PW. This really sucks. 2. Slow as shit. 3. you get the picture. 4. At least I am out here doing a 5k and trying with everything I have to run.
And I decided to say choice 4. I chose a more gracious answer. Because, I am grateful that I can run even just 3 miles right now. I have been so fortunate to have reached so many goals in running and triathlon. I have had so many successes in my eyes! I am grateful, grateful, grateful.
So if my body is slowing down on me, I won't quit, but I will keep being grateful while pushing onward.
In the quest to help my failing joints and body, I tried one more time to get a bike fit. And you guys may feel like me....doesn't it get old trying to find the right fit, fitter, and equipment for your bike? I am not trying to be the most aero or get free speed anymore. I just want to sit on my bike and feel good. Thanks to Mark Miller, in Lafayette, I think I am a step closer to being there. I did my first trainer ride in 3 months yesterday and my legs felt way better than they have in a year.
I count that as a big step forward, and I am really going to try to push more cycling miles into my training in an attempt to heal/help/support/strengthen my knees and structures around them.
Again, not giving up. Grateful.