I am a runner.
You know this.
So does just about everybody else.
“Hey, do you know Luau?”
“The running dad.”
“Oh yeah! I know him. The guy with the funny shoes, right?”
Yes, anybody who knows me, even tangentially, knows me as a runner.
So what happens to a runner when he or she can’t run, or as is more my current situation, shouldn’t run.
Two marathons in two weeks beat me up far worse than I initially thought. The pain I am in gives me an even greater appreciation for what guys of Operation Jack and MarathonQuest250 are doing. My right knee just is not a happy puppy right now. The right thing to do after my Providence and Boston combo was NOT to run. But purchasing the new Bikilas was too much of a temptation to resist, so I ran. And then I ran again.
And as awesome as running in the Bikilas were, an injured knee is an injured knee. What’s a runner to do? Running has come to define me. It is who I am. It is my therapy to deal with the craptastic issues I’m dealing with in everyday life. It is my medicine. My escape. My release.
What am I to do when I can’t run?
I go to Plan B.
I love running, but one of my favorite parts of running is the sweating.
When I break a real sweat, I feel cleansed. When I am exhausted, I feel energized. When my muscles ache, I feel great.
It the paradox of running, but running isn’t the only way to achieve those feelings.
I have been inspired by my friend Jersey, who gets up every morning at 4:00 to hop on to her elliptical for an hour. She uses her hour of redlining it much in the same way I use my runs. She is just about as crazy as I am when it comes to needing that rush, that escape. So at least for now, while I know I shouldn’t be running, I am going to go with Plan B. I’m taking it easy on the knees and hopping on the elliptical for hour every day. Thank God my DVR is overflowing.
And you know I’ll still be wearing the Bikilas!