As most of you know, I’m an avid runner. What many of you may not know is I’ve been sidelined with injuries sustained while trying the devil-that-is-known-as-Crossfit for over two years. I went from running 30+ miles a week, averaging a 7:45-pace to being unable to run even a mile due to severe pain. I went to an ortho knee specialist. I had MRIs and xrays. I went to physical therapy for months. I stretched, I rested, I waited. Nothing helped. NOTHING. I felt like I was going to have to give up running, something I’ve been doing for over twenty years. Something that provides me not only with the physical release I need but the mental and emotional release as well. Running is my meditation, my zen. Finally, a friend recommended a physical therapist he’d been seeing and I went to see her. She had me running pain-free that very first visit. After six weeks of PT she dismissed me. I do daily exercises and I’ve had to completely learn to run again, this time learning to do it properly and correcting all the errors that came as a result of the injury I sustained. I’m up to running 2 miles, three times a week. This is a far cry from the near-daily 5-mile runs and the weekly 10-mile run I would log but I’m happy to be running again and I am slowly building up my endurance. With this return to running has also come the mental release I’ve been missing.
I’ve always preferred running in the morning. I love getting out when the world is still quiet and asleep, when the only other people I see on the trail are fellow runners and cyclists. This morning I laced up my shoes and headed outside, so incredibly grateful I was able to start my day with a run.
in the early morning
when the sky hasn’t yet begun
with the sun’s color.
fills the quiet air,
the only sound before day break.
My feet slap a rhythm,
the crickets join in to accompany me.
When I finish, salty
with sweat, lungs heavy, legs burning,
the morning sun peeking
over the curve of the earth,
I am finally ready
to begin my day.