|"Ok Kel. Get back to running. It's time to|
Remember the horrific calf injury that kept me from running for five whole weeks? The one that necessitated I spend all day in my pajamas and drink real Coke for breakfast during my pity party? The one that kept me sidelined during the most calorie-laden season of the year? That calf injury? Well, it's been five weeks and I tried out some running. How's my calf doing? It's vealing fine, thank you very much.
Because I really, really, really want to avoid re-injury, I decided my first post-injury run would just be the scheduled workout for week one of the Couch to 5K program. It took every ounce of humility I had to get on the treadmill at the gym and run one minute intervals. As we've previously established, every person at the gym is there with one unified goal: To watch me workout and judge my progress. It killed me to get on the treadmill and run sloooowly for one minute when I am obviously a super svelte hardcore athlete.
Thankfully, because I'm not a heathen, I know my Bible and it tells me "Pride goeth before a fall". I'm pretty sure that what the good Lord meant by that wisdom was that if I was going to let my pride dictate my first post-injury run by jacking up my speed and distance, then I would surely and quite literally fall
Still, I was completely unprepared for these feelings of inadequacy. Don't worry, however; I am an adapter.
The first thing I did was make sure my t-shirt was on full display. This conveyed that not only had I already participated in a 5K, this particular 5K was also THE WARRIOR DASH. I was way above the ranks of a normal runner; I could also crawl through mud and leap over fire. This made me feel a little better.
Next, I picked some fights with people in my head who were not looking at me in the mirror opposite us which was proof they had already seen me and deemed me a poser and unworthy of their time.
Then I felt bad because I'm not a mean person who assumes the worst of others and these sweet people I had so rashly judged were just really focused on the televisions that face the cardio equipment. Wheel of Fortune was on (and who wouldn't be altogether mesmerized since they now offer a grand prize of $35,000?).
Finally, I decided the back stories of all the people on the machines around me. The lady on my left was flying on her treadmill (seriously, I think it's really rude to look at someone's speed
|"Must ... get to ... the top..."|
By the end of my workout I had gone the distance of about 2 miles. It felt fantastic. I was encouraged not only by a calf muscle that held up but also by the greatness that surrounded me. And that is why you should train with champions.