Confession: I am jealous of most of you…right now.
If you are able to run 3 miles without gasping for dear life and feeling an immense amount of pain and stiffness in your foot, I’m secretly hating you just a little bit. Gotta keep it real.
Since the foot issue started back in April, I find myself reading running blogs less and less. When I started blogging, I had just come off of my 3rd marathon, having run at least a dozen other 15ks and half marathons. I never really admitted it, but I suppose, back then I would have called myself “a runner.” During marathon training, I ran upwards of 50 miles a week. 12 miles felt like a walk in the park. 6 miles was a short run. Life was good.
That’s all changed over the past few months, and it’s made me realize just how much I relied on running to keep me motivated and cheerful all the time. I realize that any workout produces “endorphins” but I swear, the endorphins I get from running are way more powerful than the ones I get from a spinning class (not a scientific fact – a Sometimes Healthy opinion).
Anyway, despite the fact that I’ve lessened the load of running blogs I read, I can’t help but tune into some of my favorites, especially the locals. I live vicariously through their running accomplishments:
- I was so happy for Ali on the Run after she completed her first 20 miler in Washington D.C. amidst a bunch of really cool monuments…I enjoyed reading her humorous recap of her adventures and the ups and downs of the run. But, admittedly, I was slightly green with envy.
- Reading about Lindsay’s 14 mile evening run in the city was refreshing. The pictures of the sunset were absolutely stunning. But, I felt a twinge of jealousy longing for my own little evening runs.
- Heck, when Hurricane Irene hit, I was wishing I could have run alongside Kelly on her hot, humid and incredibly sweaty pre-hurricane run. Nice going, girl! I don’t know if I could have run 2 miles in that humidity, let alone 17, even in my best shape.
- Reading Christine’s posts about training for the Chicago Marathon make me a bit nostalgic as I reflect upon my own training for the Chicago Marathon a few years ago. She’s doing a kick-ass job, and I can’t wait to read about her killin’ it in Chicago in just 1 month!
I can’t deny my overtly obnoxious jealousy of all of these incredible women’s’ running adventures. But regardless, I’ll keep reading because I know I’ll be back in those well- worn-in running shoes soon enough.
Oh and About that Foot Thing
If you look back at my posts, you’ll see that I first started talking about this mysterious foot pain back in May – that was when I saw the first doctor who gave me a quick diagnosis and told me that I could essentially cure all with a little bit of tennis ball therapy.
Well, that didn’t work. So, like the smart Sometimes Healthy Girl that I am, I continued to run, thus increasing the pain and frustration. However, I had to decrease my mileage because my foot literally couldn’t last – eventually you get to a point where your body overrules your mind.
Long story short, after one 8 mile run in August in new running shoes, I hit my official threshold for pain. My ankle was bruised for reasons I couldn’t understand, and I was limping so badly around the office that my coworkers were one step away from forcing me into a cab and into another doctor’s office.
I finally saw another doctor who saw much of the same problems, with a few other issues. I’ve also started going to physical therapy twice a week, so the good news is that I’m definitely on the “road to recovery.”
The bad news?
I’m straight OUT OF SHAPE.
Comebacks Are Fun!
Per usual, I’ll keep it real: my little foot injury isn’t serious. In fact, to those who don’t rely on little running endorphins to maintain their big goofy smile, it would be merely an inconvenience. Of course, I’ve continued to cross-train while taking a break from running, but, as the saying goes, you never realize what you have until you lose it.
I don’t care how fast I run. I don’t care if I can achieve negative splits in my next race. I don’t even care how far I run.
I just need one little thing: To be able to run as long as I want on “cruise control” without any effort.
What do I mean?
Well, even when I wasn’t training for races, because I ran so frequently, I could pretty much just pick up and decide to run however long I wanted whenever I wanted because my body was conditioned to do that. And it wasn’t a struggle. It was my time to work through my thoughts and think positively, because as long as I could keep running, I could figure out the rest.
I want that ability back.
I want to know that no matter how frustrating or challenging a day I’ve had at the office, I can just put on my shoes and run to my “special spot” for as long as my little heart desires.
Or, although I won’t likely to discuss it on the b-l-o-g, when a member of the opposite sex is causing my mind to go in a million different directions, I want to be able to leave my phone at home and work through it all on the hills of Central Park.
When I question whether I want to remain in NYC or get back to the roots that have been pulling at me for nearly 10 years, I want to be able to sprint down the East River path and weigh the pros and cons as I listen to embarrassingly cheesy Taylor Swift songs about “finding my place in the world.”
When I stop believing it’s possible to achieve the dreams I’m “chasing” after, I want to go out and run double-digit miles and build my confidence back up mile by mile.
Seems simple right?
Well, I can’t do that right now. Every mile is a struggle, and it’s hard to think positively or work through complicated thoughts when I’m concentrating so hard on not falling off the treadmill or running up a hill in Central Park without collapsing. Plus, after today’s physical therapy session, I learned that our opinions of what equals “only running a little bit” are vastly different. In other words, I have to cut back a bit even more if I want to heal properly.
But I want it back, and I’m going to get it back.
Between the physical therapy and consistently, but carefully, building back up my mileage, I’m certain I’ll get there. It won’t be fun, and it won’t be easy. But I can assure you – it will happen…because everyone loves a good comeback.
A Sports Movie Without a Comeback is Like a Bird Without Wings
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it a million times: nothing sets my emotions into overdrive like a classic, cheesy sports flick. Think of some of the greatest sports movies of all time. Whether based on a true story or not, they all center around some sort of comeback. Rudy, Hoosiers, Rocky, Remember the Titans, Chariots of Fire, even Major League. All of them have one thing in common: a gut-wrenching, triumphing-above-odds, overcoming a ridiculous amount of obstacles COMEBACK.
Can you imagine how boring and uninteresting those movies would have been without the comeback? Who wants to watch a movie or read a book about a team who is just plain good at their sport and ascends to the top with little or no adversity. That, my friends, is just not a compelling story.
So, I’m celebrating all of history’s greatest comebacks as I embark upon own mini-comeback. Here are my top 3 fave comeback movie scenes (I wanted to do 5 but this post is long enough):
Rudy – The Notredame Game Scene
Literally.Cannot.Watch.This.Without.Crying. I just watched it right now, and I teared up. So, if you ever want to make me cry, you now know how. I referenced this movie in my first post, and it will always be my number one. What I love about this movie is that Rudy’s “victory” was so small, yet so big all at the same time: 10 seconds at the end of a college football game. And he overcame a whole lot to get there. Plus, the scene where the crowd chants his name gives me goosebumps.
Cool Runnings – The Slow Clap
They didn’t “win” the race but they “won” respect. They carried their bobsled on sheer ice (without slipping) through a finish line. They proved naysayers wrong. They were trailblazers for other Jamaican winter sports. They sang a cool reggae jingle as they approached the starting line. Oh, and they earned the highly elusive slow clap. Cool Runnings is the ultimate comeback story. I watch it before any important, high pressure event because it warms my heart and reminds me that anyone can beat the odds.
Mighty Ducks – Charlie’s Epic Shot
1.2.3.Triple Deke. Love the slow motion into the final shot. Love the musical build-up. Love the unrealistic roaring cheer of a crowd at a pee wee hockey game. Love the dramatic knee slide on the ice as “We Are the Champions” plays in the background. Love it all. And, of course, love a young Joshua Jackson. Always knew he’d end up being a heart-throb.
A Sometimes Healthy Comeback Story
Perhaps you’re thinking to yourself, “Wow, that’s a little bit much, Sometimes Healthy Girl. It’s not like your injury is THAT much of an issue.” I didn’t break anything. I’m not in a cast. I can still walk (albeit slow). Well, you’re absolutely right. It’s not that big of a deal. I’m totally being a bit, melodramatic with my running comeback, but who cares? It’s my story, and I can write it the way I want.
So the next time you get hurt or if you’re hurt right now, whether it’s a minor injury like mine or something a bit more major, enjoy the rest period, watch lots of cheesy sports flicks and plan your own comeback. Because comebacks are fun.
Today I ran 2 miles on the treadmill, and it was awesome. In 3 or 4 months, I’ll add a zero to the end of that 2, mark my words. When I do run that 20 miles, feel free to stop by Central Park to give me a “slow clap” like in Cool Runnings or bring a group of people to chant my name and hoist me on their shoulders like Rudy…
PS - Joking about the Rudy/Cool Runnings re-enactments. I’m not THAT dramatic.
PPS - Last night on the Jersey Shore, The Situation discussed his “comeback” to the Italian “night scene” after banging his head on a wall and straining his neck. I was slightly irritated at The Situation for raining on my “everyone needs a comeback” parade. For the record, ALMOST everyone needs a comeback. The Situation doesn’t count.
What’s your comeback story? Please share!
Favorite cheesy comeback movie? Feel free to post a link to the scene.