2016 has been quite the year!
After a few years of rebounding, both mentally and physically, I was ready to start the year by getting back to racing again. I had spend 2015 working out for fun and ended that year by ramping up my running. For the first time in a long time, I was feeling good. I was ready to focus on shedding the weight I had gained and getting back on a training schedule.
Then, only one week into the new year, I was in a major car accident. It really brought me down. I was injured pretty badly and could not work out at all. In a matter of weeks, I put on even more weight and started to fall back into a depression. It would have been really easy to spiral out of control, but luckily I had a great PT, a runner herself, and she really helped me positively recover. It was a very slow recovery, but by May, I was back in the gym and by June I was running again. It was a very tough and very frustrating couple of weeks. I wanted to stop multiple times. I hated starting over. I was finding it hard to self-motivate and keep my head up.
Then, I had an idea. I reminded myself daily what it felt like when I was first starting- when it felt impossible the first time. I reminded myself how great it felt each time I reached a new goal; what it felt like the first time I ran a whole mile…and then a 5k..and then 10 miles, a half-marathon and gasp! a FULL-marathon! It all started somewhere. I hadn’t been so determined in years! I went back to my roots and started thinking about how it was when I very first started running. I went back and ready my first blog, and the answers were all right there. Join a club, write up a training schedule and sign up for a race!
Just like when I joined Teach Triumph way back in 2008 looking for triathlon support, I joined a local running club to keep myself motivated and accountable. I began running with this group each week. I wrote up a schedule and started training for an October 10 miler. I ran, and finished that race. I followed it up with a 10k run a few weeks later. Both of my races were far slower than I am used to, but it wasn’t about that for me. It was about so much more. Mostly proving to myself that I could still do this, and that I was on my way back!
It was not the comeback I had once planned, but it was a comeback!
I am looking forward to what 2017 brings. Happy New Year, indeed!