Where to even start? It has been a VERY long time since I last blogged. I think when you last heard from me I was just heading back to Regina for my convocation. I finally got that piece of paper after six and a half years of university. I didn’t stick around too long to enjoy it though. By the end of the week I was on the road again. After running two races in Alberta I headed back to Toronto to prepare for nationals.
Nationals didn’t exactly go how I wanted, but it was a learning experience. A week before the event I went to Tobago for a family get together, which was amazing, however it was not good for my back. Returning to Toronto the week of nationals was a not enough time to get repaired in time to race.
On race day I knew things were not right, but I wanted to run anyways. As the gun went off and I took my first step out of the blocks I knew my injury was real and a pain shot from my stomach to quad. I tried to push through, but with every step the pain got worse and worse. Coming around the last corner I told myself, ‘150 to go Ese, you can do it!’. I attempted to put it into another gear, but instead more pain. I couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much! I pulled up just at the end of the bend and watched the rest of the field run past me and finish. I wasn’t sure which hurt more at that point, my leg, or the shame of not finishing.
I headed back to Regina a week after nationals still very disappointed in my performance. The pain in my leg persisted as well as the one in my heart. I had never not finished a race, and it hurt more then I thought it would. I spent a lot of time lounging around the house re-playing the race over and over in my head, each time ending with tears. I hated the feeling and knew that I never wanted to experience it again. I went to physio to help get my leg better so when base season came I’d be good to go.
The Toronto experience over the summer was a good one and I learned a whole lot in the two months I was there. After some discussion with my coach in Regina and the coaches in Toronto we decided that Toronto might just be the best place for me. I was super excited, and also scared. So far in my life the Regina and White City were the only places I had ever lived and trained, was I going to be ready for this kind of move?
The offseason flew by faster then I thought it would and next thing I knew it was September 18th and I was on the road. After several teary good-byes I was out. I packed up my Lancer and headed due east. Two provinces, six states and 2500km later I found myself in Canada’s biggest city. I wasted no time to get to training, straight from the road I jumped into my first workout. Nothing too hard though, a couple 100s on the grass just to get the blood flowing and get that nasty drive out of my legs.
So now I’ve been here for just over three weeks and the training and the city are definitely a lot more then I’m use to. The group I’m with is amazing and a big change from back in Regina. The first full week was real hard and at times I thought I was going to die! As the workouts keep coming though I slowly got better and I’m very excited to see how it will help my racing. My injury from the summer hasn’t really bothered me yet, knock on wood, and I use the experience at nationals to fuel me to do well in workouts.
I’m excited for this change, and so far its been good. I’ll try to keep updates coming, and I’ll try to keep then interesting too ;-)