In five weeks I’m running the half marathon in Tybee Island.
photo courtesy of L. Lowe.
Two years ago I tore my back muscle (right under my left shoulder blade). It has been a real thorn ever since. Every time I try to kick things back into gear, I re-tear the fibers and have to stop any long distance impact running. This year will probably be no different, except for the fact that I’m determined to (slowly) go through/with the pain. The whole Pema Chrodon going to pieces without falling apart meditation philosophy. Of course the reality is that unless I stop running for several months, there is no way to fully heal the muscle tear. But I want to see how far I can take this.
I think I have a pretty reasonable training schedule this year, and so far I’ve really been enjoying it. Hopefully I will be able to write more about it here. Especially with teaching so many classes next semester, I think the running will really be essential. Plus the temperatures in Georgia are really ideal for training–unlike Ohio where the snow and sleet can be oppressive, and it’s almost impossible to run for more than 10 miles on a treadmill.
In five days I will be back in the classroom. Instead of meticulously planning my running schedule, I should be thinking more clearly about my class schedule. But the best laid winter plans are always a fool’s errand for me. When I’m at home I feel sentimental and a little melancholy thinking of leaving. It’s funny to me that I spent my whole young adulthood furiously struggling to get out of north east Ohio, and as soon as I was away for long enough to vision it or revision it, I have been trying almost equally as hard to get back in. So it goes.
Interesting fact of the month:
The average woman has her first dream when she is still in her mother’s womb. I wonder what we dream about in there. … … …
