I say that with mixed emotions.
I have been presented opportunities that I would have never dreamed of. I was in a commercial for Merrell shoes. I went to the CrossFit games, I have been to Disney World numerous times, I have run countless races and have been given all sorts of amazing gear and products from various companies. I am certainly NOT looking a gift horse in the mouth, and I am forever grateful for such amazing opportunities.
"Run Faster Mommy" can't remember the last time she put in more than 20 miles of running in a single week. Now don't get me wrong, I'm in the gym almost every single day. CrossFit has become a big part of my life...but it occurred to me the other day that I really miss running. In fact, after a long stint of lifting (and making serious gains & hitting big PR's) and little plyo/cardio/true WOD's, I realized I needed to run. Not for my fitness, but for my soul. Running is my happy pill, my anti depressant, my emotional stabilizer. It's not about how far or how fast I run, it's about getting into that zone. The zone where your hover between discomfort and a primal exhilaration. The endorphins flow and you just feel good. It counter acts a lot of the crap that occurs in every day life, making it more bearable to face. I'm stoked to have a job, but 40+ hours a week can be mentally draining, especially in this New England winter. I only see the sunlight from indoors. I miss my kids. Those words alone barely scrape the surface of the true emotions that come with being away from them. And so I realized in my deteriorating mental state that I needed to get back to running. And besides just needing to run...I miss it. I miss being a runner, I miss putting in the miles. Fate has a funny way of stepping in. I decided to start running EARLY in the morning, so I can still focus on lifting/WOD's with Geoff at night. Yesterday morning, however, after my 3 miles on the treadmill, I couldn't resist heading into the box to get in some plyo box jumps. First 30 on the lowest box setting: cake walk. Next ten on a higher setting: no problem. Flipped the wooden box up to it's highest height. got in 5 jumps, no problem. #6... I was just a few inches too close to the box. Swung my hands with all the momentum I had and slammed my right hand, full force, into the edge of the wooden box. It was blinding pain, that alternated between feeling like I was going to throw up and feeling like I couldn't breathe. I kept waiting for the pain to subside, like it eventually does when you stub your toe or hit your funny bone. It didn't.