It’s been 11 months since my last injury-free run.
It’s been nine months since my last run.
As each day passes, I feel less and less like a runner. I try not to think about running or not running since it just puts me in a bad/sad mood.
But, it has been nice when others make comments to me, treating me like the runner they knew before I got my stress fracture.
One friend who is currently training for an IRONMAN, recently messaged me on Facebook asking for running advice. She asked me for any nearby hilly running route recommendations because she needs to do more hill training in preparation for her race.
I was touched that she reached out to me and responded with a few of my go-to routes. (Yes, Discovery Park, you obviously made the list!)
And then I was chatting with a colleague who used to work on my team and she asked me if I was running again yet. When I told her that I wasn’t and that I have still been experiencing off-and-on knee pain, her response was something along the lines of, “Wow, that must be really hard for you. After all, several of us on the team ran but you were the only real runner among us.”
I was beaming on the inside that she called me a real runner.
We’ve been having a few sun breaks in Seattle in the midst of all the dumping-rain spells. I do still gauge the temperature based on whether it would be running-shorts-weather or not.
So, some runner instincts still cannot be erased.