As y’all know, I stopped running for six weeks because of a stress fracture in my foot. Actually, I now might be counting it as eight weeks since I ran for about six days at the six week mark, felt familiar pain and then backed things down to rest again. I’m not going to further jack up my old sore feet for the benefit of impatience.
Anyway, I stopped running.
Stopped logging 20-30 miles a week. Stopped training for the 12 races I registered for in 2013 (without insurance, dangit).
Abandoned my preferred form of therapy.
Freaked out a little bit.
Regrouped and boring-worked-out (In my own private version of the movie Office Space, I beat a recumbent bike to smithereens in an open field).
…got crazy toned. So that’s my first revelation: “THEY” ARE RIGHT! Cross-training, even when it burns fewer calories and fails to leave you breathless actually does challenge your body in a way that produces visible results. Y’all I’ve got a six-pack. Of abs [and beer]. I’m not going to take a picture because it’s not my thing and I sense that such pix might breed more negativity than not. You’ll have to trust me. But I’m more cut than I’ve been in any year in my thirties. Or in my twenty-nines. Shout out to the bike, the Arc trainer, the pool and my husband’s stupid-large collection of free-weights.
…didn’t lose or gain weight. Because, BECAUSE (gasp!) despite what you read/hear/think, women don’t need to be in a constant state of trying to lose weight and if you’re at an ideal weight, having to back off of 700-calorie-burn workouts shouldn’t result in weight gain. Also, I hate gyms. That’s unrelated to my weight, but I just wanted to say it.
…fell into a surreal place I can’t quite describe. I think I’m in a type of shock. I feel like I’m in a bit of a haze some days and sort of all-around directionless, though by no means depressed or unproductive. I supposed it might be described as “relaxed” but that’s not how I’d describe it – it makes me nervous. I mentioned earlier that running has likely become an idol for me, so perhaps this is withdrawal from that drug. For now, I’m looking forward to some upcoming (non-fitness) changes that will necessarily add structure and schedule to my life and may, in a healthy way, fill the gap left by running.
Needless to say, this forced running ban hasn’t been altogether bad. I certainly, truly, definitely miss my quiet time, zoned out on a favorite running route, but there’s great growth in having to adjust and I’m eating that growth with gusto. Here’s hoping this grumpy foot of mine decides it’s done rebelling and that I’m devoted enough to keep flexing new muscles in less comfortable ways.