Release

So my physical therapist release me to run outside, on my own, unsupervised, no dreadmill! So guess where I'm going..... !!!

I am not a hamster

They say the road to recovery is a long one. I know this is true.  It's been 17 weeks since I got rear ended and I'm still "recovering". These have been some of the most challenging months of my life. I miss running so bad. My physical therapist won't release me to run again since it seemed to make things worse when I tried back in Oct/Nov. He's has me walking on the treadmill and boy do I hate it! Any one who runs, or "has the sickness" as he kindly puts it, knows that walking just doesn't cut it! There is no feeling of power and beauty and true breathing. I have been walking outside as much as I can and it helps some. I'll take 2 layers of Cabela's polartec fleece over your rubber belt on a wheel any day!

Treadmills

I hate them. "I feel like a hamster."

It only hurts for a minute

"Pain is weakness leaving the body."

2 miles: chilly, trail, solo

Cold

I was planning on walking today with Bear. We got to the beginning of the trail and I was still pretty chilly. I thought "I should just run...I'll be warmer", so I did.

1.4 miles: cold, on the trail, with Bear-dog

Squirrels

"My 5k time would be so much better if I could bring my dog...on a leash...and some one ran in front of him...with a squirrel...on a leash..."



2 miles today: on the trail, warm&breezy, with Bear dog

Burning

Today I ran 3.3 miles. Farthest I've ran since before I got hurt. All I was thinking today was  "My legs are burning. My chest is burning."  Not exactly motivational, but there you go.

Steel

"Running is my personal, daily chance to decide whether I am made of butter or of steel; not just my body, but my mind."

Post run trail walk/photo shot with Bear (:

  He runs, too.

And poses.

And swims.