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A Running blog by a non-runner

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I’ve just passed the six month mark post-pelvis-phuck up!

I thought that when I went to Fiji in November that I would be running around the islands underneath palm trees at 5am before the sun got too hot. I thought that I would be building back up to doing a half marathon by February.

Like hell.

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Having a mope with my duty free puku by the pool in Denerau Fiji

Lately I have been asking myself why I am even bothering with the rehab to run again. What for? I can walk, I can swim, I can binge watch three seasons in a weekend of Sons of Anarchy, I can do so many other things, so why focus on trying to do that one thing that my body doesn’t want to let me do? I’ve been swimming so much that my back won’t zippity zip in to my dresses. I simply can’t reach across it’s vast expanse of rippling muscles to sunblock the entire thing, resulting in patchy burnt bits.

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#BigRippedBackProblems

The Podiatrist filmed me running in December so that he could see how everything was working post-injury. It feels a bit weird running, my knees get sore, and my vast muscular back has a big kink in it, but I just thought that was something to do with being unfit. Or perhaps since I’m all super buff now it’s just too much weights, not enough speed work?

I watched the video the podiatrist made, and to be putting it mildly I look like Quasimodo. He made me tuck my singlet in to my shorts for the film, just in case I had some swag left, he cleared it all right away. Everything is tilting at odd angles, and my style is completely different to when I could run. I can’t run! The Physiotherapist’s words from the day of diagnosis echo in my ears like the ghosts of Pelvis Past, ‘When you can run again, it will be like you have never run befoooorrreeeee. Neverrrrrrrrr’

I hate when other people are right, and you can specifically remember the words they used when you were scoffing at them for not being right. Good brain, remember that so you can rub it in.

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I know how both the Stallion and the Donkey feel

I think it takes an afternoon of whining and tears, followed by a stern lecture to get back on track sometimes and realise how far you have come in recovery. A friend reminded me of this; Successful people always deal with failure, that failure is a part of what is making them successful. The ability to deal with it, learn from it, and move on is why you succeed. You can play it safe, don’t take any risks, and you’ll never have to fear losing something.

But why would you want to do that? If you’re pushing your body to it’s physical and mental limits, you’re going to have to toe the line, and you’re going to cross it a few times before you figure out exactly where it is. And then, of course, the line will move.

My walkrun program has been progressing at donkey’s pace. Every third day I put on my running kit, lace up my shoes, strap on my Garmin and walk to the top of my street to a grass field. I walkrun laps of it according to the dreaded program. I feel ashamed to be walking and jogging in a continuous loop, I should be out around the Bays dodging balance bikes, overtaking people doing intervals, jumping over dog poo smears and yelling ‘SCUSE MEEE! as I stealthily run up behind elderly women on their lunch time power walks.

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The grassy field/prison where I complete my walkruns

Because I’m not going to be running a 90 minute half marathon any time soon, I’ve decided that six months off is enough to completely reset my relationship with running, and start fresh.

I’m going to hide my Tarawera T-shirt, my participation First female in my age grade with the initials ACB medals, my hydration pack (don’t need water for a 5km run kids!) and my heart rate monitor. I’m going to plead ignorance when someone asks me the difference between trail shoes, racing flats, road shoes and red bands. I’m going to run 9.87km with my Garmin and not understand why one should just run another 130 metres. I’ll stare blankly at people when they ask me what my PB is, ‘Oh it’s Fix and Fogg, I have half a jar of Pic’s Peanut Butter in my condiment cavalry too!’.

I can’t wait to ask the seasoned runners  ‘How far is a marathon?’ and my favourite, ‘How fast do you run?’

Hi, my name is Amanda. I’m new here! Any advice you have on how to run would be much appreciated.

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Author: Amanda Broughton

Talking, running, eating, meandering.

6 thoughts on “A Running blog by a non-runner

  1. Hello! Thanks for dropping by and taking the time to comment on my post. 🙂 I appreciate your advice, especially since you considered one of my ultimate running goals in giving it.
    A stress fracture in the pelvis is rough! I can’t believe you’re sane after six months of recovery (but swimming must have helped and damn, your back looks good!).
    Thankfully, I have only have something like a minor stress reaction in the foot, and taking four weeks off seems like it will be enough. I’m already walking pain free, and I still plan to wait another week and a half. And you’re right. recovering from my last injury (ITBS) helped prepare me to be more patient in recovering from this one. I am also learning that not being able to run is okay… it frees up a lot of time and energy for other things, and I’ve been able to put running more suitably in my list of priorities.
    Good luck in your recovery! That walk/run plan looks good, and have fun rediscovering the joys of first beginning to run.

  2. Hi Amanda!

    Recently stumbled across your blog through a mutual friend of ours and I am hooked!!
    I struggle with depression and need an exercise related goal to work towards, in an attempt to keep my mind healthy

    I would love to know how you trained for your very first event and how you kept yourself motivated.

    Hope your recovery is going well =)

    • Hey Anna, thanks for stopping by! I started running when I was seeing my doctor for depression and he said ‘Get outside and exercise more!’ I joined a gym initially, then I started running outside. I will try to do a post in the next couple of weeks about training for your first event so that I can give you some insight.
      I’m so much happier since I started running, when I think back to the days when I was too depressed to get out of bed I can’t believe what a different person I am. I hope you have the same success in beating depression and filling your mind with sunshine, sweat and runnign shoes 🙂

  3. Six months rehab for a strained tendon in my ankle, torture. I wasn’t even a “runner” then and it killed me that I couldn’t even do strength work (my favourite) either. I love me some good squats, but because of where the strain was, I couldn’t bend my ankle that way. Recovery and rehab is torture and starting back at the beginning is so demotivating, but… you always come back stronger than you ever were before! Go you! I’m reading your blogs backwards, and it’s weird because I know what you’re up to a year from this post. Haha. 🙂

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