Thursday, January 26, 2012

When My Runner Comes Home

When My Runner Comes Home
by o.robinson 1/26/12

When my runner comes home
I often put my hand low on her back
Shoe laces fling, ear buds unwind

I wonder where she's been
Like a pup loose from the yard
Will I catch a scent of the bay, a whiff of wooded trails

You can't see a runner go the distance
Just a glimpse on a turn
A hug at the line

The places she goes and the things she must see
Do they equal the joy I find in her return
I bet they do

(I've never been able to write a poem about running, but tonight when I came home Owen had written me one. I do feel like a little pup. Happy to run and have my home where I am loved.)

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Besties! Be Your Own Best Friend

Last Monday I was running with Allison through the Seattle snow. Hobbling really. My knees were hurting; a party of pain that included aching, creaking, cracking, and stabbing. This pain party was waking me up at night. My achilles had just joined the pain party a week or two after the knees started it up and had invited my heels. Everyone was jamming. Except me.

I told her, if I were a friend of mine I would tell myself to back off the mileage. And a year ago I would have been that friend to myself. But I was at a place where I was suddenly addicted to my mileage. I wouldn't accept the fate I'm constantly served: I'm a delicate runner. Argh. A real pansy I you ask me.

I decided outloud to back off the mileage for a week and then build it back. But -in my head- I decided I would bump it up 5 more miles that week to get over 50. I needed to push through the pain. The swollen knee caps. The fact that I couldn't squat and get back up on my own didn't stop me. No, no. Just keep going.

weird - it seems like I've learned this lesson at least 5 times before. 3 times in surgery.

Three days later I couldn't run, because I got sick. And I stayed sick. I bonded with my bathroom in ways I will never speak of. So my sickness was the friend I needed. A bossy unwelcome friend, but that's the kind I needed. Two days off and my knees weren't aching or stabbing. Ran a sad, sad 4 miles on day three. Then took two more days off. No knee pain! No achilles pain!

So I'm going to be the friend I need now. I wish 50 wasn't hard for me. But it is right now. So I need to figure out why it's beating my knees down and build up slower. My goal is Eugene Half Marathon redemption in late April. It's going to be sweet.

It's hard to take your own advice - anything you're not saying to you?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Houston There It Was

Last weekend I was lucky enough to be in Houston watching the Olympic Trials Marathon live. In person. I keep trying to find the right way to describe the feeling of being there. Being on the sidelines of the sport I love, at the height of competition. Not watching its shaky, 3 hours late coverage on TV. But right there. Fingers laced through the fence lining the starting line. Hearing the National Anthem, the gun go off, the cheers rip through the morning air. Joining the stampede of spectators chase the racers from point to point, cameras and signs in hand. Just getting swept up in all the excitement and beauty of the marathon.

And I got to meet Desiree Davila. Completely starstuck.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Houston Here I Come!!

I just got the feeling. The buzz of travel! My flight to Houston is hours away. I am going to watch the Olympic Trials Marathon!!! (*freak out*happy dance*thanks oiselle!)

My two favorite running bags in the world are packed and ready.
(One I thought would be my last running bag ever, I was so sad. And Oiselle the rebirth of running happiness.)

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