Today I went for a run.
That might not seem like a big deal to you, but it is a huge, enormous, just-landed-on-the-moon kind of deal to me. I haven’t “gone for a run” since July 2013. For someone who was used to running 4-5 times a week, it has been awful not to be able to run for the past few months. Why haven’t I run, you ask? In short: my knees. Now that seems like a common complaint of long distance runners, and I’m not complaining. Buuuut, having searing pain every time you run and throughout every day gets to be a bit much. I see an incredible chiropractor in Toronto (well, when I’m there) who is working with me to figure out how I can keep running. Every time I’m home, I make sure I get a few visits in with him. He analyzes my form and technique, and figures out what I need to work on and which muscle groups are weak. Loooooong story short, my knee hurts because my hips and glutes are weak and because my foot kicks out when it should be straight.
The good news is that my problem isn’t physiological…meaning, I’ll be able to run long distances again. Whew! The not-so-good news is that it will take a while to rehabilitate my body and get back into long distance running.
When I heard that, it was like a big weight was lifted off my shoulders. I went into my last visit with my DC thinking, “I’ll probably never run again. He’ll tell me the damage is permanent.” After a long and intensive diagnostic session, my DC figured out where the problem actually lies and has given me exercises to help me through it. My next running goal? A 10k in July!! But slow and steady is the way to do it, right?
The past few months have been hard. Some days it’s been downright awful. I didn’t realize how much I love running; without it, I’ve really missed a big part of my routine. It’s been tough to watch others run, and hear about how other people are killing their workouts and running. I daresay that not running has depressed me a little, and I’ve eaten those feelings (aka “put on some weight”) been inactive and been a couch potato.
However, I’ve got a new outlook! Armed with the knowledge that I’m going to be okay and the exercises to help, I’ve started working towards my new 10k goal. And today was the first time I’ve run outside, and for longer than 5 minutes at a time. And it felt amazing!!! I was back on one of my running routes… it was a cold, rainy day… my body remembered what to do… my heart was happy… my head was concentrating on keeping my feet straight… my tunes were blaring… everything was going just fine.
*sigh* What a great run.
I am totally starting from the beginning with all of this. My muscles need to remember what it feels like to work in that way. My lungs need to remember how to breathe to support me. My feet need to remember how and where to step to keep me from falling. Luckily, my body is willing to give me a second chance. As I was running today, I got to thinking about how God never forgets me, and gives me a second (third, fourtieth, hundredth, zillionth) chance. He is faithful when I am not. When I am. When I am far. When I am close. God is always faithful. He never changes (James 1:17, Hebrews 13:8) and I am forever grateful. Everything I have is because of God’s mercy, grace, and incredible love.
I’m forever grateful and forever in awe of God’s grace.
Thank you, Lord. May I remember, know, and experience this every day.