So what am I doing about this, anywho??
Thanks for all of your supportive words and emails about my frustration. I have decided not to dwell on this and get myself all ticked off and want to eat Oreo cookies by the double digits …. NO.
I decided to sign up for a Learn to Run class.
I read about this awhile ago. It’s a weekly gig that ends in a nice local 5k on September 18th. It starts this week. After reading about this, the following happened:
–A previous engagement I had for September 18th suddenly cleared on my calendar, not at my doing;
–I ran into my friend, Corrie, who is one of those kindred souls that you always leave a conversation wishing you had more time for. We watched our sons at Tae Kwon Do last week, and she said: “Oh, I just ran a 5k. I took a course.” Really!??! I did not even know she had the desire to run. She was very affirming about the course, and encouraged me to take the clinic. She’ll be running the 5k on the 18th too.
–Last night, I read Dawn’s post about her Learn To Run clinic that she leads. It sounded fun and … doable, really.
So, I called. I paid. I’m in!
How does this fit in with this bothersome ankle? I figure that I’m going to be starting at a point that I actually was a couple of months ago, and building endurance at the pace of the class. I still will pursue some supportive medical attention in the meanwhile. And I’ll try not to whine too much here about that. (Confession: I truly hope I’m OK to run in a group. I hope I can keep up. I hope my pace is OK. It’s all that I’m OK, You’re OK stuff, y’know. I get to insert insecurity here in brackets; it’s my blog.) So I’m thinking that I’ll start it out, and see if the ankle responds.
And pray a lot.
Because, I gotta say: I really want a race experience. I won’t know til I try.
