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I Can Do It

I did it! I actually did it!

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About a month ago, I injured my knee at school pretty badly. Imagine this: rugs by the side doors of the school, one pushed up a bit. Me, wearing my favorite heels, rushing to get back to class from the computer lab between periods. Heel catches on rug. Whoops! Sent flying, my knee twisting at an unnatural angle, but “gracefully” catching myself before I land on my knees.

Got to class a little red-cheeked, but fine. Lunch came around and my knee was a little sore. That evening, a little more. The next day I could barely put weight on it. Day after, I went to see a doctor about it. Turns out, it was a pretty bad sprain. Thus began my first adventure in worker’s comp. I hated dealing with all the paperwork!

Well, running was out. Not that I had done much during the school year any way. Heels were out for a few weeks. Knee brace on almost every day.

Two weeks ago, I started working out again. My knee had been better for a while and I wanted to start training for a half-marathon my sisters-in-law invited me to do with them.

Back on goes my knee brace and I headed to the gym’s treadmill. Sharp pain for the first 10 minutes, then it dulled out as I found my rhythm. I could do it. The knee had a dull ache the next day, but nothing some ice or ibuprofen couldn’t fix. All last week, I spend doing the treadmill and the elliptical. Finally, I was able to do the treadmill without my knee brace!

Today, it was excellent weather. Beautiful! Cool enough for a warm-up, but warm enough to lure me outside to do my running.

I pulled on my knee brace, started my timer, took a deep breath, and started out.

Foot hit concrete, vibration shook knee, pain registered in my head. Over and over. (Mind, it wasn’t bad pain, but just noticeable.) The rhythm which dulls pain wasn’t coming. I was three blocks so far. Should I go home, or should I keep going?

Then, my stubbornness kicked in. “Keep going. You are strong. Your knees have always been weak. You can ice it when you get home. You have a half-marathon. You want to be outside. Keep going.”

So, I listened. And I ran. My knee, more noticeable than any other part of my body. My shoes gently slapping the ground, knowing exactly where to step as curbs came and went, hills appeared and disappeared. Pink pinched my cheeks with its hot and cold hands. I was enjoying myself. I was running outside. At my old pace. No stops.

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Before I knew it, half an hour had passed, and I was rounding the corner back home.

After taking off my knee brace, pain snaked up and around my knee, thanking me for being done, relieved to be relaxed.

But, I was smiling the whole time. I had finally run outside for the first time in a long time. And now I know, I can run outside with my weakened knee. I can train for this half-marathon. I can do it.

Our Fairy Tale

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Why I Run

It is 3pm.
I am done with classes for the day, and I don’t have work.
It is cold and slippery-slick outside.
I have a massive load of homework and my student teaching application to fill out.
I am recovering from a cold and still hacking up my lungs.

What do I decide to do?

I go running.

Yes, I am insane.

I like to consider myself a health nut, but the truth is, I’m not a nut…maybe a legume of some kind, but not a hard, salty peanut. I don’t want to train for marathons like my dad. I do not participate in track.
So why do I run?

I thought about that today while I was changing my school clothes for my running gear. It began when I graduated high school and moved away from all I knew. My dad is a marathon runner and my younger sister was a varsity cross-country and track runner as a high-school freshman. I guess I was inspired by them and wanted to do better in keeping myself healthy and active.
In highschool, I used to go to work to relieve stress. I worked at a fast paced, family oriented pizza buffet and it kept me on my toes.

Now, I think that my reasons for running has changed.

I run because I can. I am healthy and fit enough to exert my legs. I run because I play volleyball and soccer and want to be at my peak.
I run because I like a challenge. Every day I try a different speed, or a different length, a different incline, or I include a couple stairs or suicides.
I run because I like the high–I feel good afterward, especially if I run without stopping once. The pink tinge it gives my cheeks, I feel makes me attractive. I run for self-confidence.

I run because I am stressed. I realize that now. I run because for the 45 minutes, I am only focusing on one thing–keep my body moving. Keep my feet plodding, listen to the music in my iPod cheering me on, keep my breathing steady. I can forget about everything elese–school work, work, challenges, social life, everything.

But, ultimately, I think I run because it is adventure. I don’t run on a track–I run outside, around the town. I take a different route everytime. Running, I am smooth. I am the wind. I am flying.  I am an adventurer, discovering new places, new people.

So, yes. Call me insane–I agree. But, I run because I want to.

BTW…this is my new mantra. I have it hanging on the wall in my room.
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Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Running Suicides

As an athlete, I have had my fair share of these aptly named drills–Suicides!

But I have been lucky enough not to have to subject myself to this “death run” since I was on the Varsity volleyball team in high school 3 1/2 years ago.

However, it is turning spring. I am on an intramural soccer team. During the whole school year, I have slacked off in my eating habits and my running habits.

I want to train myself again. Train myself in perseverance, in determination, etc.

Saturday, I went running–a short run to a nearby park. I stopped to stretch by the empty parking lot. The lines reminded me of the lines on the volleyball court I had to run back and forth between. Back and forth and forth and back.

Before I knew it, I was standing on the 1st white line of the parking lot with the Training Montage from the Rocky Story on my iPod. I was running a suicide!!!

Why? I asked myself after. Why would I do that if I didn’t have to?
My legs burned after only one suicide. I was out of breath. Slowly, I made my way to the grass to work on curlups.

I was about about to leave to finish my run home, when, again!, I found myself with “Training Montage” playing just as I suddenly appeared at the first white line again. I told myself, “No,” but my feet begged to run past the white line.

So, I ran a second suicide.

Though this time I could breath easy, my legs had melted. Ground and leg became the same, became fused. Finishing my last double-back, time slowed as I inched toward the starting line.

Why?

My legs are still sore today, but I’m glad of it. I’m just not used to running suicides anymore.

And now, I’ve found a new method of torture when running:
Today, when I ran, I did 25 ups and downs on a 25 step staircase south of campus. Not to bad, honestly, but by the end, my fastest speed was slower than those walking down the steps.

Why?

Because I want to get back into shape. Because I’m crazy. Because I know I can. Because I’m “suicidal.”

Take your pick! =)

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.