Between the lines – The Shrinking Jeans of Christy


November 2, 2010 By Christy

Two weeks ago I was fairly certain I was going to run the San Antonio Rock N Roll 1/2 marathon. At least attempt to run it. Well, a few short days after that post, I picked up something heavy (the wrong way – use your legs and not your back!) and hurt my lower back. My suspicion is that I my lower back was probably strained from the accident, and I just aggravated something that was almost done healing. But whatever. So after the pain of that (and it hurt. Trust), I had pretty much given up on even crossing the start line in San Antonio. I tried to make peace with it. I asked myself what I would tell someone else in my situation, and during those moments of pain I decided I would tell someone else to find another race and start planning. Another race that was MONTHS away, not weeks.

So there I was. Content (mostly) with not attempting.

And then I talked to my husband. Bless his heart. He may not understand my love for running, and he might think I’m a little nutso with all the health and fitness that oozes from my pores, but he supports me. And he loves me. So he was dumbfounded that I was not going to race. Like really shocked.

He told me I should at least try. Mostly because he had given up his guys weekend to be there for me, but partly because he knew how important it was to me.

Also, Lisa has been telling me all along that I shouldn’t give up. And she’s a pretty smart girl!

SO here I am. I am going to attempt it. I might not run more than a few miles, and I most likely will end up walking the majority of it, but I’m okay with that. Mostly.

I have 12 days to get some training under my belt. Twelve days to figure out how I’m going to approach this race. Only 12 days. But in 12 days I will cross the start line and I will cross the finish line. Your guess is as good as mine when it comes to what happens in between the lines.