I was feeling pretty good about my recovery -was being the operative word here. All my doctors have been showering me with praise and raving about my speedy rehabilitation, so I was developing a false sense of confidence. I have a few runs under my belt, and my energy levels was generally improving.
|Happy to be running again...but training is a work in progress|
I could not do a chaturanga push up to save my life. My chest muscles are horribly weak, and definitely still healing. This little chaturanga (or lack there of) sent my mind reeling. The truth is...I have done some running, but I am still no where near a consistent routine. I am still only averaging 2ish workouts a week. And all of my efforts are labored. Running is not the blissful, relaxing, activity it once was. It is hard! My endurance is still craptastic. My muscles are pitiful and weak. And I only have 3 short weeks to correct all of this.
AHHH! What was I thinking? Why did I sign up to do a race exactly 12 weeks post-op? What the heck am I going do?
Truthfully, I really have no idea. But I may as well give it a shot, right?!
So I am brushing up on tips from my Runner's World Trail edition. And I am packing my sneakers and heading up to Collingwood tonight with the lovely Allie for trial run and a Crossfit class.
I am hoping this little adventure to the mountain will help calm my nerves, and give me a good butt-kick. But it may just end up showing me how much work I really have to do in the coming weeks. Wish me luck!
Have you ever felt unprepared for a race? Any thoughts, tips, or training tricks I should use to help come back quickly?
Love Your Favourite Darwinian Fail,