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My Trip Back Onto the Running Horse

My Trip Back Onto the Running Horse

July 22, 2014 5:14 pm6 comments

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Last Month.
After my last half marathon in Phoenix close to two and a half years ago, I haven’t really been running like I wish I have been.

In the Phoenix half marathon, I got injured at about mile 10. I felt a pop, and it seemed like it was loud enough everyone around me could hear it too. The pop wasn’t anything like a blown knee (thank goodness), but instead it was a pulled hip flexor and IT band.

I had to take nearly a month off. Since then I never really got back into the level or running I once was.

In training for that half marathon, I was consistently running more than 12 miles each Saturday for my long run. I will venture to say, I was in the best shape of my life. But at that mile 10, it changed like I never thought it would.

Since then I’ve ran a few 5Ks and some 10Ks. But I miss the running. The high you get on a long run. The peace in knowing you did something for yourself.

I have by no means stopped running completely. Instead my runs became an after thought. “Well, if I have time today.” And that “time” ended up being enough for a half mile or two miles most.

Last month, I started running again. I picked a date in September for a possible half marathon, and then it happened again. Injury. This time it wasn’t running related. However, diving into third base in a kickball game isn’t the wisest and will sideline you from running.

It’s four weeks later and I’m trying to get back on the horse. I woke up early this morning after packing a bag last night, and I drove downtown. Running through the streets reminded me of times I would run while on a work trip.

The smell of a city first thing in the morning. The air clear of the pollution from the day before, but not yet polluted by the current day.

Passing fellow runners. When running through a city you find many things when it is still calm. You notice those who haven’t gone home from the night before. Those who are on their way to work. Those running as well. And those who don’t have a house to go home to.

There is peace. It’s me, my music and my city.

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