For the past 2 years this is the week that my last 2 mile run would be tonight. I would be getting my bag packed. My water belt filled with gels and extra bobby pins. The race course would be reviewed one more time. Preparation for my third Pittsburgh half marathon would be well on its way. Unfortunately, this year it definitely is not in the cards.
I still am rehabbing my hip and I have my good days and bad days. I haven’t run in a week for many reasons including an ache in my hip. I went for a massage last night and we focused some time on the hip and it did help.
I didn’t think I would miss the running of the half marathon. When the initial sign-up was advertised I was still in the middle of seeing the doctors and doing the studies. The beginning of training found me doing exercises both at home and at therapy. The cold weather helped me not want to try my luck running.
Today I saw the first wooden horses like these which block off the roads.
The memories of the 13.1 miles came flooding back in my mind. The feeling of exhilaration as you cross the start line, listening to the live bands they have along the course. Seeing so many people, reading the homemade signs and running through the community parties amazed at the work that was put into the parties. Meeting that runner you didn’t know at the start but becoming a running partner from mile 8 to the finish line. Today was the first day I admitted that I missed running. I need to run.
Sunday, the day of the Pittsburgh Marathon, I will be in that crowd cheering the runners and taking pictures of the many sites of the race. Tuesday I will once again begin to run.
Next year on the first Sunday in May I hope this is what I will be doing.