Since my last post, I've been doing week after week of physical therapy trying to get over this hip muscle strain. By nature I am a very impatient person and this is definitely testing me. It just feels like I am making no progress. The ache and sometimes pain is my constant companion. On the positive side, I have begun to run again. I did 4 miles on Tuesday with my MIL, her running buddy Charlee and Annie, Charlee's 13 year old daughter. I am bummed slightly that I am practically starting over as far as fitness goes. This run required me to make small distance goals the last mile to keep me going. I know I can make it to that mailbox.....I know I can make it to that street sign....I know I can make it to that driveway....
My husband is 7 weeks into his training for the Portland Marathon, his first. I'm glad to have done it first so I can be understanding of his time and all the things needed to successfully train. Part of me is terribly jealous, wishing I was the one out for a 11 mile run. Wishing I felt good enough to do that. Wishing for the time in my head to think and be quiet. It is good for me to practice not butting in to brag about my marathon and let him have the spot light now.
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