Its that time of year again where we decide to give thanks for the special people and things in our lives. We spend the last 11 months wishing we had more of something or whatever our list of "wants" include. Dont you worry, Im no different. Its the American way, we are molded in a way to not stop and smell the roses and appreciate the little things that can change everything. Ive worked hard this year at embracing the negative as much as the positive.
As always, Im incredibly blessed to have two mini-mes at my side. Two crazy lil angels that are growing entirely too fast and I find myself each night looking at their newborn pics and missing the nights they kept me up. The nights we shared just us on the couch, while they slept on my chest and I was covered in baby drool. Those little girls who fill my life with excitement. The girls who proudly held a giant sign over their heads at my birthday race. "Go, Mommy Go!!!! Happy Birthday" In races where I zone out completely and see nothing, that day I saw two perfect reflections of myself standing there cheering their momma on. I surely will sign my oldest as a coach one day though. After hugs, kisses and proud of yous, she was quick to ask why I couldnt pull off the win. Ya cant win em all kid!!
So as I wrap my mind around what other things im grateful for this year, I find myself being grateful for my injury last year. Whattttt????!!!!!!! Perhaps the most miserable 6 months in my life (not really) , but you know how dramatic an injured runner can be. All around this injury, pieced a lot of my life together. At that time, it was the other stuff that needing mending and not necessarily just my leg.
I began treating at Vital Chiropractic Wellness Center last year and was introduced to Active Release Techniques (ART) and pretty much its one of my saving graces in keeping me running and running well. At this point, I wonder how I managed without it. Everyday im so incredibly grateful for all the work they do to keep me out there running. They go above and beyond for me and 100s others, but when Im being treated its like Im the only one that matters. You cant get attention like that anywhere else. Dr. Dan and Dr. Kurt, thank you for being the best pit crew a gal could ask for!!
While treating consistently in hopes to get to Boston as pain free as possible, I met some incredibly amazing people sitting there with me on the same boat. People I wouldnt have met otherwise, since I tend to be a loner runner. People I needed in my life for many reasons.
I did get to run the race of my life at Boston and with my leg healed, my heart healed too.
Coming off a high at Boston, I started my new job and joined the Vital Wellness family. Im always surrounded by greatness....inspiring athletes coming in for tune ups, hurting athletes who heal as I did, everyday people who hurt in general and find quality of life again.
The days I hate running, I remember last year and Im grateful Im taking pain free steps. The days I do hurt, I know they wont last long. The days I need motivation, an Ironman walks thru the door. The days that are overwhelming, I got two little ones that tell me ridiculous stories and wont lay down for bed unless they have had their hugs and kisses...nothing else matters.
The injury at the time, I thought killed my spirit...what it really did was just open new doors and put things in perspective.
Disclaimer to my body: this is not an invitation for a new injury so keep your shit together
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My first steps as a baby according to my parents was actually a run. At 5yrs old my dad took me to the NYC Marathon, but truth be told I had no idea why people were running down the street. All this was foreshadowing for what was to be a life of running almost 30 years later. "If opportunity doesnt knock...build a door."