The email came out late yesterday afternoon. The details for this evening’s track workout. In! I’m in! Count me IN! My mind screamed. For each time the workout has been published this has always been my unequivocal and very timely response.
But yesterday, for the first time, I wavered. And this morning I replied. Out.
In the latter half of my recovery run yesterday I felt a bit of discomfort in my left foot. Like it needed to be cracked. Or like it had a mild cramping. I’ve had this sensation before and it normally resolves itself after a couple of minutes. But yesterday it didn’t. And this morning that sensation, though much improved, was still there.
I was hoping to be ready to run this evening. And of course, now that I have decided to forego the run, my foot feels fine. A little niggle. But immensely better than it has felt over the last 24 hours.
I could still make a go of the track workout. It is still 10 hours away. Or at the very least I could do a light run on my own.
After all I don’t think whatever it is that is affecting my foot is serious. But I won’t run. I want to be cautious.
Running first and foremost for me is about health and fun. Running in discomfort is not fun. Chancing that the discomfort could lead to pain is not fun. Neither is it healthy.
Yet as grown up, mature, and pragmatic as I may sound, this was not at all an easy decision for me to reach. There’s a bit of ego involved to be sure. Never a good thing in my history! Ego about preserving the running streak that is. My running steak.
Also, I just want to run today.
I really really love to run.
It makes me happy to run.
But ultimately, I want to run tomorrow. And I want to run for the rest of my life. So as much as I second guess myself right now, missing today’s run not only seems like the grown up choice, it seems like a most worthy sacrifice.