Slowly Coming Back...

Wow--what a difference a marathon can do! I have a new respect for the distance.

Ever since Chicago--I really messed up my right ITB near my knee. I'd give it a few days off, then run, experience some discomfort or outright pain, take another block of time off, and repeat the process.

I remember walking in Best Buy doing some Christmas shopping with my family--and out of the blue it felt like I got shot with a shotgun on the side of my right leg--incredible pain! I could barely walk to the car.

So here I am, about two months later from that fateful day, October 24th when I ran the Chicago Marathon. I don't think I'll be going back to Chicago anytime soon!

It's been a slow recovery--very humbling and yes, deeply frustrating. I feel like I've fallen off a high mountain, and once again, must make the slow ascent to the top.

I'm praying and hoping to be in good (refurbished) shape by January 1st--I'll guess we'll just wait and see. I ran two days ago on Monday--and then I ran at the track again this morning--about 7 miles--doing some slight speed work (400, 800, 1000, 800, 400) with a recovery lap in between.

It's been a rough time for the last couple of weeks--both of our cars even broke down! I've been sick with a cold, and things have just been, well--let's just say down.

But an injury helps with perspective--my life is complete in my relationship with God--if I can run it's only gravey to what I've already been given. This injury has reminded me to once again draw near to my Source for life--my relationship with Jesus (see Gospel of John chapter 15, verses 1 through 5).

I'll take tomorrow off--and then run again on Friday. Hopefully, I'll start building some momentum, and my leg--which feels still hurt but getting better, will continue to get better.

Peace,
Brian