Back to nature.
When Luke was little Chris and I would take him to the woods and he'd just love it. My mom lived near a nature preserve which had a creek in Freeport, New York and he'd spend a lot of times throwing rocks in the water, getting his feet wet, and looking at the tadpoles. Nature was something he always enjoyed, it calmed him, it brought him immense joy. Later, when she was born, the same happened with Nora. These days, she loves to find new trails as we drive form one place to another and will often announce loudly that she wants to go with me to discover some trail she scoped out.
To me, nature is life. From having a mom who is a 'green thumb', then, having grown up in Paraguay, South America amongst the rainy mud and the ridiculous heat and no running water, I just love being outdoors. Right now, I often wish I could have more opportunities weekly to go out into nature. Yet, I work full-time, have 2 kids and most days I am busy with either work or the kids and/or making dinner; not much time for frolicking in nature alone. In addition, the times I would love to be out running in nature, early in the morning preferably, I can't afford to risk my safety out there in the trails. Fortunately, these days it's a lot brighter in early mornings, I should try to get out there. I can do that until they institute daylight savings, and then I am back in the dark for a while.
So all this ruminating in the midst of an injury is just torturous. I feel so frustrated at not being able to run, I feel like a caged bird, unable to fly. I keep rotating my right foot to test if the pain is gone and NOPE, it's STILL there. I love the gym and the comfortable nature of this new routine I've been forced to follow lately, but I am dying to be outdoors again. Last night I even started to look up races this summer, until the wiser me had to talk me down from signing up to yet another race I might not be able to do thanks to this pesky injury. Part of me just wants to try tomorrow, try to RUN that is.....run outdoors....I'd get up early and go for it. I'm in the middle of my 3rd week of aerobic build-up as described, or should I say, 'prescribed' in the book Primal Endurance. Therefore, staying under 138 heartbeats per minute the whole run should be a breeze. YUP. I think I will try that.
In the meantime I think I will treat myself (or should I say torture myself?) to a podcast episode of Marathon Training Academy, one of my favorite podcasts.