Running saved my life………Just joking!
Actually at the moment it did quite the opposite. I’m currently nursing some kind of tendinitis in my hip thing, a gnarly calf muscle, a sore lower shin bone type injury and I need some new shoes (again) but still need to finish the kitchen renovations so probably not going to happen.
Running did not save my life but it made me deserve my time on the couch.
I’ve read several hundred blogs on running injuries and am pretty convinced it’s a shoe/ form/ overtraining/ undertraining/ road running /trail running issue and my physio reckons running is not good for me so it’s all explained away. However the Taniwha 60km (it’s my redemption race after overtraining ruined the Tarawera) is in a month or so and i’m pretty sure if I do some squats and planks this weekend it’ll all clear up then I can do my back to back long run next week.
Running complicated my life, but in a nice way it transformed my middle class problems into real problems. Well they are still middle class problems,( I mean I ran through Maraenui the other day and there wasn’t many runners out) but somehow more adventurous and therefore real. I was always a fan of Shackleton and I’ve read all the TinTin comics so it’s putting some adventure into my life that makes me feel fulfilled.
When I do races I feel really manly because i’m doing something more epic than a game of rugby. I look at maps and elevation charts, organise nutrition and buy seamed sealed jackets. I’m like an adventurer. It does not matter that the course is all pre planned and there is an aid station every 10 km. In my mother’s eyes i’m crazy and that makes me an adventurer.
Running is the ultimate indulgence.
It’s a pretty selfish endeavour really, 9-10 hours a week to myself. Who gets that luxury? I tell myself i’m being a great role model to my kids but I have a sneaky suspicion they would rather just play hide and seek with me. I was a hero doing the Tarawera 60km except they waited in the rain for 3-4 hours after walking to the finish line for 30 minutes only for me not to appear……quite the hero indeed. They do like my medals though. They take them to kindy and school then I put them back in my sock draw with grandad’s war photos. I’ll pull them out when i’m 70 and show my grandkids, maybe leave them in my will.
My grandfather left his war medals to me in his will but uncle Stewart took them causing a bit of contention. It would be cool if my running medals caused some family rifts one day.
Running mirrors my humanness. It takes away some loneliness, it lets me be a hero sometimes and it makes me really deserve some couch time.