Tuesday, September 13, 2011
I love to run. LOVE IT! But I can't do it. I'm finally hearing the message I've ignored for so long.
You see, I was born with a touch of scoliosis. It's not that bad, and it never usually hinders me in any way . . . except when I run. The pain that builds in both my right and left SI joints, and my fallen arches becomes unbearable the more I try. After a day of running, I can hardly move for the next few days. I've spent thousands of dollars trying to "fix" myself, desperately hoping that things would change if I pushed through the agony.
I fell in love with running ten years ago and figured I could force my body to obey if I was determined enough. But some things are not meant to be no matter how much you believe, persist, dream, or pray. That doesn't mean you shouldn't go after it or that it's not worth the effort, it just means that every once in a while we have to sit back and say, "Okay. I'll try a different avenue."
My quest for fitness doesn't have to end with running. There are a million other things I can do. I just don't love them, or yearn to do them, like I do running. I guess I'll just have to walk . . . very fast. I also love yoga, so that's still sticking around and is the only thing that keeps me going relatively pain-free.
I could complain and say it's not fair, and it's not, but no one promised me that my life would be fair. That's all right. I just have to remember that everything will be all right. I like to remember the quote, "When God closes a door, somewhere he opens a window."
I choose to believe that's true. It will force me in a new direction and that's okay too. I'm up for a good hike.