I almost stopped at 500

From sometime in 2016

I didn’t.


It started with a shin splint on the left, which is one of the oldest running injuries I confront on occasion. I blamed it on the move to a hill and stepping out my door to run downhill on concrete regularly. I powered through the Snowman Stampede Half with this hiccup because honestly, it got better after I warmed up and after 6 miles or so it didn’t bother me anymore. Finally, I started driving to a gravel trail every day and the shin splint started getting better without the downhill on concrete every day issue.


Then, Bam. Pain in my right ankle that was new and did not get better as I warmed up. So I decided to just tough it out to day 500 and quit. Nice round number, good day to quit. Then day 498 didn’t feel that bad, and on day 501 I didn’t want to quit. So I went to see a sports chiropractor who did some soft tissue work and said he didn’t think it was injured, just inflamed and it was okay if I ran on it. (my new favorite chiropractor) I saw him regularly after that and in April I ran a total of 46 miles. A total of 46 miles, in 30 days. Do that math, it’s sad. But every day it was a little bit better, and then I was running 3 miles at a time and then 5. And now it doesn’t hurt at all.


Some days I wake up and think I do NOT want to run today. But day 612 is a stupid day to quit and feeling lazy is a really lame excuse after I ran through that ankle thing, so I run. It’s become a metaphor for life for me. I do NOT want to write that ridiculous paper today. But I only have 3 terms left after this and today would be a stupid day to quit.


So, I put one foot in front of the other. I type one word and then the next. I drive another 103 miles to Pueblo. Then, I sit on the couch under a blanket with my youngest snuggled against me and I want all those minutes to last forever. Then it’s 5pm and I have to get ready for work. And tomorrow I will run again.



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