Stop Running Dad!: Facing the running hubris that was me

Monday, August 11, 2014

Facing the running hubris that was me

I've been running for a few weeks now without having to walk (even though my lack of endurance kind of misses it) and every step I take reminds me how difficult the journey is to be a better runner. How easily you could settle where you are, rather than pushing yourself to where you want to be.

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How much wretch and desperation is involved in the process of getting faster and running distance more easily.

I completed my first double digit mile run, 10 miles, on Sunday and it was a world of nope.

I did a lot of things wrong, from timing my pre run snack to running in the middle of the summer heat. My pace crashed hard, I was just happy to make it home and put ice all over my neck and head.

The thing that keeps me going through all these runs is not the saddening amount of weight I gained while not running, or my actually run times that I refuse to log right now. What inspires me is what I was capable of doing just a few months ago. Just a few months ago I was making great strides in all my run types, I believed I could be better, I wanted to be better.

Now I look back to my previous excitement and clamoring about my run times and simply think...the hubris I committed. My motivation is also my frustration. I hope that I can carry lessons learned from this lengthy rehab period to push me even harder when my body is ready to start pushing my running limits again.

I'm still hoping by October I'll have my legs back. I'm waiting for that one run where I will find my inner running demon and join my running justice league friends again.

Okay, what else is going on Declan? Well I'm still in Physical Therapy, they added treating Thoracic Outlet Syndrome to my treatment (pain down my arms and thumb, pinched nerves mostly!).

I got a few sunrise runs in!