I know this might sound a little crazy but this weekend I was not myself. I woke up on Sunday morning with the expectation to go for a long run on a beautiful day. But that was not to be. When I placed my foot on the ground, my whole leg hurt so bad that I could hardly walk. I still tried to rehab it all morning. Foam rolled, had Dave rub my leg and some stretching with no good results. Not only did this not help but I started to become stressed about my next half marathon which led me to “I will never run again”!
Wow, isn’t it amazing how fast fear takes over our thoughts?!
I was also in a very bad mood because when I get scared I go to a very bad place, not to mention I use running/exercise as my mood stabilizer anyway. I was glad my family was away for the day because I spent the day struggling through and kind of moping. It seemed like everything was going wrong too. I went grocery shopping and when I got home I dropped a whole gallon of milk on the floor when trying to put it on the counter. If you have ever heard the expression “don’t cry over spilt milk” and thought it was crazy, you have never spilt a full gallon of milk all over your tile floor, under the appliances and cabinets and need I mention the fact that my leg was killing me and oh yeah I had not run since Thanksgiving and I was under the impression I would never run again!
The fear was real…
On Monday, I still had pain. It was getting a little better but yet I was still concerned. I’ve worked hard for the past 5 years staying in shape. Even on Sunday when I was struggling with pain I went to the gym and rode the bike and did some stretching. Monday I also went to the gym and rode the bike and got my free chair massage which helped for a little while.
This morning I woke up and was pretty much pain free. Not sure how that happened but I was really thankful. I was able to go to the gym after work and run 5 miles, pain free. Just like that the pain was gone! It seems really strange. My focus was back and now I can focus once again on my training for my next race. (But I am still trying to figure out what happened in my leg that caused the pain)
Isn’t it crazy how things can change very quickly in our lives? Isn’t it crazy how we can go from perfectly normal (okay I am not perfectly normal but normal for me) to a crazy stress bag overnight? I can go from being very confident that I can complete anything I try to I can never do this again?
When we take a moment to step back and face the fear that is happening in our lives, label it, we are able to come up with a plan to overcome it. But often we just get swallowed up by it. We have a pity party in it, we don’t look for a better outcome, a positive solution.
I like to think if just like that my running days were over, I could find something I liked to do to stay healthy maybe some crossfit (I see a lot of friends doing that). I usually can reframe just about anything into a positive solution. Life is short and I don’t know about you but living in fear is not where I want to live. Of course having a good run at the gym really did help my thoughts go from fear to “I can handle this.”