I started running again last fall. It took much longer this time but I finally got up to where I was before I had the stress fractures and before I got pregnant with Georgia Kate. And so I decided that I should train for a marathon in all of my, ya know, “free time”. I signed up for the Space Coast Marathon and diligently started trying to build my mileage.
Instead, I have spent many months plagued by injuries. Achilles tendonitis, knee pain and a groin pull. I have a very hard time telling people that I have a groin pull injury. Just seems like that should be a boy thing.
I have now taken three weeks off and I attempted to return to running this week. Or…slowly return to running this week. Things went well but now…..now it’s a bazillion degrees outside and the humidity is through the roof. I had hoped to have toughened up quite a bit before this place started to feel all Florida-ish.
When I was running after I had Jack Henry, I lost a three pants sizes very quickly. This time…nada. I better start dropping some pant sizes soon. Afterall, I ain’t doin’ this for my health!