Goodness I am sore. I feel like I ran a marathon yesterday. And then got beat up. But in a good way.
To much relief my hip feels great, despite my big day of walking and CrossFit yesterday. It’s my muscles that are screaming. They’ve been hibernating for seven weeks. I’d be grouchy too if I was woken up with a tough CrossFit WOD!
I am so filled with joy to be able to walk around the house and regain some of my freedom. I go back to work again tomorrow so today I’m resting and getting everything ready: my lunch is packed and the gym bag is ready to go so I can squeeze a low-impact swim in before work.
Since I first announced the goal, friends and family have been worried about my ability to run the Disney Marathon January 8, 2012- just four months after the fall. And for good reason. A marathon takes a toll on a body, and my body is broken. I’ve never wanted to run with broken bones or to make the awful feeling of a broken pelvis worse. It was a goal, but if the doctor said no, I wouldn’t run.
Last month I read The Long Run, the story of a New York firefighter who was in a terrible bicycle collision with a bus but prevailed. Matt Long’s injuries were far worse than mine, but I could relate to his feelings and fears and determination to get back out there. Three years after his accident he set out to run the New York City Marathon. His body didn’t respond well to his training so his doctor advised that he swim and bike in conjunction with very short runs to prepare for the 26.2 mile marathon. No long runs. The doctor was confident that Matt’s athletic training in the past had conditioned his body to handle long endurance events like the marathon. That physical conditioning combined with a strong mind would carry him through on race day.
Matt Long ran the marathon. It took him 7:21:22, but he did it.
If Matt can, I can too.
December 1st I meet with the surgeon again in hopes that he’ll give me the clearance to begin running. Until then I’ll re-learn how to walk with rehab and bike and swim and strength train. I’ll sweat and get stronger… and build up my mind for the challenge that is my first 26.2 miles post-accident.
I went over my training plan with my doctor- cross training until I can run, run as tolerated until January and then rely on the body I’ve built to carry me through the marathon. I plan to run, but walking is allowed.
I expected the doctor to look at me in horror, to begin a list of why my plan wouldn’t work. But he didn’t. The surgeon who knows my pelvis and my healing plan better than anyone said I can do it. It’s possible without a doubt. He’s not worried. At all. My mom can worry about me, trolls on GOMI can say I’m stupid, but running makes me happy like nothing else.
So on January 8, 2012, I will run. Because I’m alive. And because my doctor knows more than you.