Mr. Goat ran a half marathon on Sunday down near his home town. Naturally the family and I headed down to cheer him on, complete with homemade signs.
I am so proud of him. He has come so far and I cannot wait to see what amazing things he’ll accomplish next. His chip time was 2:46:47 which was darn close to his 2:45 goal.
It was a fun weekend, but I was hyper aware of my injured status. We went to the expo to get his packet and I kept looking at races to do – except I can’t right now.
I was itching to lace up and run a bit with Mr. Goat, but I cannot even “chase” my kids without pain. I am hoping for too much too quickly I know, and I am seriously impressed by how far I’ve come in a few weeks.
But I feel left out. I was supposed to do a 5k this Sat, sponsored by Enell. I know I can’t. Even a 3 mile walk might set me back right now.
It is strange to go from a lump on a couch to a runner to an injured runner. In many ways I never stopped to consider myself a runner until I was injured.
I can still be athletic and want to get back to the pool and biking. Who knows, there may still be running for me.
I am over the moon proud of Mr. Goat for what he did this weekend, and watching him succeed made me realize how badly I want it.
But the knee is still an unknown variable and the only thing to do is my PT, cross train and wait and see.