About three weeks have passed since my last half-marathon — and you know what? I feel like I’m still recovering. Throughout those three weeks, I have been doing a few short runs, but I felt sluggish and fatigued from early on during those runs. It makes me think back to the day of my last half-marathon. And what I did during that time as a stepping stone towards recovering. (Or, perhaps, what I didn’t do that is hindering my recovery.)
Not too long ago, my family and I took on our very first Tough Mudder Half. I had never participated in one before, but I had my ideas and preconceived notions about how exactly the event went. And as we headed to start at 2:00pm on a comfortable September Saturday, I wasn’t exactly prepared for what we were about to do.
The first time that someone asked me if I was a runner, I was speechless. I certainly didn’t consider myself a “runner”. And I definitely didn’t look like a runner. Dumbly, I looked back at the little lady tickling my toes while she painted them and just nodded. I mean, I try to run, I thought to myself. Then pondered on the realization… Maybe you don’t have to have a “runner’s body” to have a runner’s heart.