I’m four weeks post surgery and so far so good. As far as I know the surgery went well, or so I’m told. Every day is an improvement on the day before and since nerve pain takes a long time to heal I am still experiencing some minor, remnant issues. In the first week I had a rough time climbing steps, getting up and down from a chair or the bed. All of those little things we do all day and don’t even notice. After major surgery, you notice.
I’m still not allowed to lift anything heavier than 10-15 pounds, twist, or move suddenly. Forget about being allowed, I simply can’t do it without causing pain. Nothing sharp or show stopping like before — it’s definitely dulled down — but it’s noticeable, as in “hey dummy! Don’t do that.“
The first question I get from my running friends and acquaintances is, how soon can I run again? Probably not for a while. I just dealt with 17 months of disc herniation and pain, 17 months of damage, and a major surgery. I am in no hurry to rush my body through the motions of running. It took me a year and a half to get to this bottom point, it could easily take me just as long to get back out. I’m patient, and I am being smart. So, the short answer is, I don’t know.
One thing I do know is that all that competition is not important to me anymore. All I want is to get back out on the trails. I don’t care about pace, time, finish places, or races for that matter. Veni vidi vici. Been there, done that, and now I can move on to other things. Who knows if I’ll ever get back to my 50 mile training, and I’m not sure I even care to anymore. I knew when I started racing a few years ago that it would be short-lived anyway. I’d rather focus on providing my kids with opportunities rather taking them myself. Or let’s just say, I think I may have gotten all of that out of my system. Fun, to me, sounds more like spending a few hours on the trails with my friends, or alone for that matter, rather than handing over my money for a medal I don’t care about or a placement that means nothing to me. Not in the grand scheme of life at least.
All that matters is that I can run. I am a runner and I run.
One of these days …