On Saturday, I was supposed to run my first ultramarathon - a 50k.
Instead, I ran 9 miles with my running partner through the country. I took my children to get their pictures taken and then we went to Costco.
Not so much running through the woods for 6 or 7 hours.
It's hard to postpone a dream. But that's just what I've done; I've postponed it. I haven't forgotten it, or lost it, or shelved it forever.
September 28, 2013 may not have been my ultramarathon debut but I am certain that it will happen. At some point, I will run an insane amount of miles in one day and live to brag about it, I might even include some fabulous, sweaty, post race pictures for your viewing pleasure.
In a strange, demented, way I am almost grateful for this knee injury. Before this, I took running for granted. I took for granted my ability to walk out my front door and engage in some much needed free therapy. To pound the pavement, shake the yuckiness out of my muscles, clear my head, and become a better version of myself.
Now, every run is a gift. Each mile is a reminder that I am blessed. Missing a race is sad and disappointing but right now, running pain free is enough.
Have you had to postpone a goal, a race, or a dream due to injury? How did you handle it?