For some reason, stress fractures can take a long time to heal. And your doctor starts to get worried about how long it's taking for you to heal. Really, he's more worried that you're going to key his car because you've been out for so long. (Those were his words. Not mine.) (He's pretty hilarious when he wants to be.)
So then you're better, finally...but then, of course, there's all this nervousness and hesitation to start running again. No one wants to deal with all that again. It took me a LONG time to get my act together. But being committed to a family Ragnar team sure does get your butt in gear. Especially when one of your best friends commits to running with you and your family. YOU CAN'T BACK OUT.
I suppose a smarter, saner person would start out with a more conservative distance when getting back into the swing of things. We can debate my smartness and sanity at another time, but Wasatch Back was approaching, and I was officially training.
This would be my second time battling the Wasatch Mountains. The first time, I went to battle with some of the loveliest Marathon Mommies we have here. And as luck would have it, I would be Runner 2 once again this time around. Now, I'm not going to get into everything...but I think I wanted to post a little bit of a race recap because I'm proud of finishing. I'm proud that I did better than last time. Even coming back from a lengthy injury recovery, I improved. The altitude didn't kick my tail quite so hard this time around. I'm not saying it was pretty (or easy), but I'm proud of the improvement. I'm proud that crossing that finish line with my awesome team inspired me to continue with my running goals I've set for myself. I didn't stop, even when most people wouldn't have blamed me if I did.
I'm not fast. I'm not a natural runner...but I run. And it's really good to be back.