Like taxes in April, and Christmas music in November, my being injured seems to be an inevitable yearly event. I pulled a muscle in my calf...AGAIN. It only took a day and a half after being healed from my hamstring pull to get put back on the injured list. That has got to be a new record. I know it will heal, but I find myself wrapping and icing my leg with a sense of gloom and fatality that better belongs in the Series of Unfortunate Events. Any moment now I'm expecting Count Olaf to pop out of the closet and dangle my running shoes in front of me. The *Retrogressed Runner, that's me.
Is 35 too old to become an athlete? Being that this is the anniversary of my first calf injury it makes me look back over my year and wonder if I was ever completely healed, or if my body has been going at a negative the whole season. It makes me laugh to think the reason I did the Wildflower tri last year was to prove to myself that I was completely healed and could run again. I hate irony almost as much as I hate the smell of Biofreeze. So is 35 too old to join the athletic ranks? If it is, too bad. I'm already there and I'm not giving it up. However, things have to change. No more road running for awhile. As soon as this muscle heals it looks like me and my bike are going to get very friendly, and maybe my transition from running goddess to biker babe will be complete. After all I've only scraped, bloodied and bruised myself on the bike. Then again, I could always take up knitting.
*retrogressed being a word that used here means "sucks to be you"
2 comments:
Snicket would be proud in your use of the word "retrogressed." See 'ya tonight.
If I know you at all...you are just getting started in your athletic career. God is good and He knows what he's doing :)
Elaine
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