Mostly cycling, but had a glorious 6 mile run.
Sometimes, when an injury overstays its welcome- in this case almost 9 weeks, it's hard to remember the pain free days. You begin to wonder what it was like to put pants and socks on without pain. You wonder if you will ever get rid of the pain. You wonder what it was like to run pain (and care) free. You wonder if you will ever walk or run without a limp again.
Saturday was one of the days that made my patience worth it. Patience meaning, cycling to stay in some form of fitness while letting the pulled muscle heal. Because 2 years ago, my stubbornness would have had me running in pain and damaging myself further.
Saturday on the treadmill, I had only planned to do 3-4 miles- just to see how things were going. I felt so good I just kept going. It was one of those moments that almost made me cry. After being sidelined for so long, and being able to run pretty much pain free was a huge moment. But, I wondered how much of the pain free was because of taking an aleve a few hours prior.
As my dad said to me "wonder how your leg will feel the next day." Well, today came and for the first 10 groggy minutes after waking up, I forgot I had the injury, the pain that has been with me over 2 months. No, it's not 100% gone, but it's damn near close.
I'm really hopeful that all my patience will pay off, and I'll be stronger than ever, and hopefully injury free longer than the usual 3 months.
I'm so excited to return to regular running once my leg is better.