I get to run.

Last week, my physical therapist commented on the fact that that I always seemed happy to be there. Ready to do the work. Most people, he told me, hated it. 

The way I see it, physical therapy is a privilege.

I got to have surgery. To some, this would not have been an option. They would have had to swallow the fact that their athletic days were over. But I am lucky. I have insurance. I have a job that allowed me to work remote and take paid leave. I have a family that could care for me. I had the option of surgery. I got to have surgery.

It is the same way I get to go to physical therapy. 

And the same way that, this week, I get to run.

This week, as I run/walk 10 whole glorious minutes, and I will not forget what a privilege that actually is.

Thank you. It took a village. From my doctors, surgeon, and therapists, to my fiance, family, and friends. I could not have gotten back on my feet without you.  

Now, for the hard work:

I made myself this parade of runners, because why not?

I made myself this parade of runners, because why not?

How to Train When you literally Almost Can, Part 11

First off, DON'T train. That's right, for the next week, I am throwing all expectations of times and miles out the window. The goal is to go by feel, and stay in tune with my body.  

I'll be supplementing these short run/walks with swimming days and top roping, so I don't lose any fitness. PT, which is basically one large strength session, will still be once a week. Next week, I will see where I am at and go from there.