I had lunch with an old friend last week. It had been years since we’d gotten together.
His son is a budding runner, so we spent a fair amount of time talking about his progress, and the challenges of parenting an athlete. Eventually, the talked turned to our own pursuits.
Marc has been running more, mainly as a result of his son’s success. It’s time he gets to spend with him, and he’s getting in better shape while doing it. He’s run some decent 5K times, and has come a long way for someone who was a non-runner for a looooong time.
Eventually, he asked me what’s keeping me from running. After explaining the road I’ve traveled, and the list of injuries over the last few years, he asked me a very pointed one…
“For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been a runner. You love to run. If injuries are keeping you from running, and there’s a surgery that might get you back on the road, why wouldn’t you do it?”
That’s a great question – one I’ve been avoiding for quite some time. While it seems like the eventual answer to this Achilles issue is to go under the knife, I’m still very reluctant to even consider it.
The thought has been on my radar for years. Despite the fact that I haven’t been able to run on a regular basis since 2013, I’ve clung to the belief that if I just persevere, do stretches (which I haven’t been nearly vigilant in doing), and strengthen my calves and hammies, that everything will work out.
Well, it hasn’t. Part of the problem, I’m sure, is that I need to stretch and strengthen more. I know I haven’t been as vigilant about following through on it, and I think that’s part of what keeps me from committing to the surgery – the thought that maybe I’m not doing enough to fix it on my own.
Time to fix that, one way or the other.