Even though I’m not necessarily sleeping in, there are still some unexpected benefits to being injured and not able to run. For sure I have felt more connected to my fellow man. So THIS is what it’s like to not be running, planning on running, or recovering from running! Below are some other silver linings.
1. No need to worry if I’ll walk up to the start line of Mountains2Beach overtrained or if my legs didn’t have enough time to recover from training.
2. I have to work much harder at lying to myself about how much I’m eating. So you know how it is. You run a gazillion miles and have an extra bite here, a second serving there, a handful of this in passing. Yeah, I’m super aware of what I’m eating since I’m not running. It’s a real bummer.
3. I can definitively say I’m never doing a triathlon. There is just Too.Much.Stuff involved with biking and pool time. One of the bestest things about running is being able to throw on clothes and shoes and go out the door. Packing my gym bag and digging around for a bike pump is a major pain. Also, my ass is way too flat to be biking too long even with the extra cushiony seat, and I don’t like smelling like chlorine all through the day. That’s a pass on traithloning.
4. My IG followers finally get to see a photo that doesn’t feature running shoes, trails, or healthy food.
5. I can finally give a different answer to “So, what are you up to?” and “Are you free to go to ____________?” Usually the answers are “Running” and “No,” but now I can talk about something else and while it’s not a “Yes!” to the second question, it’s also not an automatic “No.”
6. I’ve thrown off any possible killers. I used to read a lot of those Ann Rule true crime novels when I was a kid, and I usually have Forensic Files playing in the background when I’m home, so I am very aware of possible danger situations. I also know that a killer’s strategy is to look for a possible victim’s patterns. With my regular running schedule completely blown up by my wonky calf, any potentially harmful freaks will be totally thrown off by my erratic schedule.
7. I get to save a little money on running stuffs like magnesium spray, Glide, Clif gels, electrolyte pills, pre- and post-workout drinks. Of course, since I have more free time on my hands, I quickly moved those spending dollars over to (non-running) shoes. I spent way too much money on shoes this week, friends.
8. Found my next project. Since I’m trying to take my mind off my current and stalled project, I had to occupy it with my next project. What’s next, what’s next, what’s next. Well, if you checked my browser history, you’d find “LSAT,” “evening program,” and “scholarships” were the main searches performed this week. I have two life goals right now, and I fear that I can’t get to the second one without going to law school, or at least it’s looking that way right now. Because I don’t have enough stuff to do, I made my husband promise to start prepping me for the LSAT this summer since it’s off-tax season.
9. An opportunity to test physics laws. Sir Isaac Newton wasn’t blowing smoke up our ass with that first law of motion about an object at rest staying at rest. Strangely, it is taking immense external force to get this slothy lady out of bed and exercising. I can’t run, but I’m just not that motivated to do anything else but run. Unfortunately, it’s only when I run that I get driven to do all the other strength training and core work. It’s a vicious lazy cycle. Frankly, I’m not sure why we have to complicate things with that “V = 0 m/s blah blah blah” formula. I think ZZZZZZZ pretty much spells it out.
10. Weather means nothing to me. First of all, we hardly have weather here in Los Angeles, but even if we did, it wouldn’t matter much if it was going to be blazing hot or windy sprinkly. I’m not going to be out there, so WHO CARES. Haven’t checked the weather app in days.
This somewhat lighthearted list didn’t spring forth organically as it’s actually been pretty frustrating not being able to run this late into marathon training. It came to mind last night after I got a call from my Tita (Aunt) Ellen, the matriarch of our large extended family. I kinda knew that if Tita Ellen was calling that late at night, it wasn’t going to be good news, and sure enough, she told me that my Tita Ebit had passed away earlier that day. Being injured has been uncomfortable, with anxiety about the race simmering just below the surface, but this news nipped that shit in the bud. Tita Ebit and I weren’t close – I didn’t even know she’d been sick these past five months – but she was a consistent presence at our family events and always kind and warm to me. I obviously would have attended one night of rosary* and the funeral service, but I’m actually free and clear to do much more. It’s one of those rare times in my life where I have nothing scheduled the next few days because I had cleared everything out to train. I know it’s important to my dad that I pay the proper respects on behalf of our family since he and my brother live out of the country, and it’s important to me to be there for my aunt’s family who supported me when I was not the best human being in the world. So how lucky is it that I’m injured and have nothing on calendar other than to help out my family however and as much as they need. I’m grateful I have the opportunity to do it — what an unexpected gift.
*It’s a Filipino tradition to say the rosary every evening for nine days.