Do your workout.
Those were the instructions from Sue, who was positioned on the treadmill to my left. It had been a while since the two of us shared a run, and what better time to benefit from her wisdom and energy then on my longest run since the Disney Half Marathon over a month ago.
As my running continues to increase in duration during my return from a bout with plantar fasciitis, my speed is lacking. A pace that was easy for me before the injury is now difficult to sustain. Somewhere inside resides that faster pace, but to reconnect with it, I’ve chosen a thoughtful and natural path. I’m not only at peace with it, I’m very excited about my progress.
So why the tinge of self-consciousness at the gym?
At times, I feel the need to justify my running. Posting a big, handmade sign out of construction paper reading “RETURNING FROM INJURY. PLEASE DON’T JUDGE” on my back has come to mind. But the only person whose opinion truly matters is my own.
Hence, the talk from Sue, who reminded me that this is my workout. I’m running for me, not for anyone else. I’m running because I enjoy it, because it’s part of me. It’s my own self-judgement that is reflected back to me in the actions of others.
The next day while on my bike trainer for a two-hour endurance session, I placed my iPod on shuffle. As if on cue, the song King of Anything by Sara Bareilles started playing. With a nice pop beat it brings a smile to face and injects some perk into my cadence.
But there’s a line that particularly catches my attention:
All my life
To make everyone happy while I
Just hurt and hide
Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide.
And now we break for a brief musical interlude:
Fast Tube by Casper
There was a time in my life when other’s people’s opinions were gospel to me along with the ill-conceived notion that theirPowered by Sidelines