I miss racing.
Last year I completed 12 races. This year it was my goal to train and run a half marathon. I signed up, started upping my miles, and then BAM! I injured myself.
Stupid plantar fasciitis.
That was March. Now it’s August and I have my first race in a few weeks. A small, fun, 80’s themed 5k with friends and family. While I’m looking forward to the bright colors and the side ponytails and all the throwback outfits, I’m honestly excited to cross the finish line and say I ran a race.
Who knew that what started as a passing hobby would turn into a regular thing?
I haven’t run with my group or on my own for sometime so I know it will be tough that first time out again. But I’m really tempted to give it a go. I’ve been wearing running shoes daily with heel inserts to help alleviate any heel pain and I tape it down pretty well each time I decided to test out the treadmill.
I hate to jinx myself and say that my heel feels good enough to run on. I don’t want to set myself back. But I’m starting to itch for a good run. One that leaves me tired, sore and sweaty. I want to run a good 5 mile stretch and really put some miles under me. I want my long weekend runs and my short weekday runs.
But I’m worried. I’m scared to get out there and get going only to find it’s too soon and that my heel isn’t ready yet. I don’t want to taste the thrill of the race only to hurt myself again.
I just wanna run…