Thursday, October 7, 2010
my reasoning is, i feel like these days it's harder to bounce back from an injury. it's taken me about three weeks to recover from my IT band, hip, and low back issues but i guess in a lifetime, three weeks is really not that long. especially if you choose to *live* life actively instead of letting it pass you by...
so anyway, today i was running up an incline on one of my favorite loops (Roxie's loop; a four-miler with a little double climb. each climb is about 10-15 minutes and about 300 ft elevation gain. i named it after my departed yellow lab). anyway, i was running this route (and when i say "run" it is more like steady forward progress, sometimes a shuffle and sometimes a jog. it is oftentimes a power-hike on the uphill that many would feel more comfortable jogging at that pace). i digress; i was on this run/jog/hike and as i was about to start the second climb and i heard a mountain biker coming up the trail behind me. i pulled the dogs over to the side and let the twenty-something-year-old male pass me and the dogs. then i put my head down and wasn't really working that hard, but moving steadily uphill.
i got to the first set of switchbacks and i could hear the bike ahead of me shifting gears and moving through the rocks (a technical little section) and thought to myself, "huh, he's not that far ahead." i called Franklin back to me and thought that the biker didn't really need a golden retriever panting at his back wheel. then i moved through the second set of switch backs, and onto the straight-away climb (not a steep climb, mind you) and i had caught him--the biker. i hung on his back wheel for a little bit, and saw that he was in his granny-gear and then thought to myself, "he's going too slow. i can take this guy."
so i passed him. and he was surprised. and so was i. (he actually apologized to me as i hustled around him on the downhill side.)
i am a week away from my 39th birthday. i have been feeling my age a little bit. feeling really strong in some ways, but feeling kind of creaky and stiff on some days too. i wouldn't say i'm easy on myself, physically or emotionally. i'm pretty hard on myself in both respects, actually. but i keep plugging along.
i turned around and smiled to the twenty-something-year-old on the mountain bike, and said, "i'm sure i'll see you on the downhill." but honestly, it was quite a ways (about a half a mile) down the descent before i heard him coming and i pulled the dogs to the side again. i had to smile. this granny passed the whipper-snapper in granny gear on the climb. this granny has still got it. maybe i'm not such a granny after all.