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#OperationComeBack

They don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years.

Self rehab has progressed from the beginning stages in which I contemplated using a needle to pop my swollen balloon of a knee.  At 1.5 weeks out, I could ride a stationary bike no probz. At 2 weeks out, I even got on my legit bike (aka Huffy crap piece) and biked multiple mileage.  At 3 weeks out, I hopped on the elliptical and thought “Me thinks I am getting out of shape”.

And today, 4 weeks out from surgery, it was confirmed.  I am out of shape.

But I FREAKING RAN!  It felt like getting on a bicycle again that had rusted in multiple places.  It felt like my body was totally uncoordinated and that my hamstrings and quadriceps were not functioning as a team.  I got lapped so hardcore by the high school cross country team.  But I don’t even care.  I RAN!

The few days leading up to this glorious day that had been circled and starred on my calendar for weeks, saw me make some significant purchases.

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Because a runner coming off injury needs new flashy shoes, right?!

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And not just one pair, but 2 pairs as much as the husband doth protest

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And a new running top so at least if I totally crash and burn and fail, I will at least look cute doing it

And this morning I woke up and was all like

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But today was too important to just say “NO” to the heat and humidity.  So I put on my big girl underwear and sucked it up and JUST DID IT.  Nike was totally proud.
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And jogged in the blazing saddles of hellfire heat while holding a water bottle in my hand.  Took 3 walking breaks (didn’t stop my time) and was able to squeak this out.  

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And I don’t even care that it is something ridiculously slow for me.  I am just happy that the Comeback is on.  Praying that my knee continues to behave as I slowly build things back up, but considering I only had some minor hamstring soreness during the run, I’ll take it!  My race walking career (sorry Dad) can be put on the back burner for the time being.

 

DEFINITELY HAPPY RUNNING!