Christmas has come early

It's hard to believe that it's been already two months since the completion of the Toronto Marathon. It's completion came at a steep price: a knee injury that sidelined me for two months along with an emotional rollecoaster that plagues me to this day.

All those sessions of physiotherapy, the tortuous yoga classes and special stretches. The pent up frustration and manifested itself in the form of the my, "bulking up" as I did focuses on weight training.

Endless bouts of insecurity. The uncertainty of not knowing whether or not I'd be able to recover from something so devasting was definitely a harrowing experience.

My life changed, but it didn't stop. Despite all the anguish and turmoil that I endured. I would not consider the my Christmas gift to be the successful recovery from my knee injury but the ability to adapt and succeed despite the setback.

I've learned how to take better care of myself and slowing down has allowed put things into perspective. I've made new friends from my Yoga and stretch classes. I've learned to aqua run. All of these are not a substitute by compliment my running.

I'll always worry about my right knee, The doubt and insecurity will be with me forever. However, I don't view these and impediments to my development as a runner. Rather, I choose not to. It forces me to listen to my body instead of running like a foolhardy idiot. I'm no longer the young, brash adolescent with a short recovery time. If I don't learn from this, then the next time I don't listen to my body and address the issue earlier may indeed by a career ending injury.

Regardless, if it is or is not, I've learned that I am more resilient that I think.

Merry Christmas.