On Saturday morning, I went to register with L.A. Roadrunners, a group that helps you train for the L.A. Marathon. I arrived at an elementary school in Venice to find friendly volunteers and a large group of people milling about various booths and drinking complementary coffee while deciding how to personalize their new shirts (any ideas? mine is still blank). I felt a cautious excitement creeping up on me. The DJ was spinning a song from 8 Mile, which felt like God saying, “Go for it,” ’cause that’s my workout jam.
For a couple of years now I’ve resigned myself to the idea that if something isn’t my career, my marriage or my baby, there’s simply no way it’s making it onto my priority list. And to some extent, that’s still true. But I can’t ignore the fact that I’ve been neglecting myself, often emotionally and definitely physically. This seems like a good way to put my health back onto the list.
One thing I haven’t talked about much here is my back injury, mostly becasue I want to save up all my griping until I’m an old Jewish lady and it becomes my solemn obligation to complain constantly. But the fact remains that even though I’ve always wanted to do it, I’m not a great candidate for running long distances. Until recently, I thought my running days were over entirely. About nine years ago I was in a car accident that left my back forever changed. Since then, I’ve tried every doctor, alternative healer and miracle worker in Southern California and for the most part have been terribly disappointed. But a couple of years ago something started to shift and I’ve grown much stronger. I still suffer physical setbacks (one of which I’m grappling with right now) but my beliefs about what I can and can’t do have been challenged and I’m eager to challenge them some more.
Last week, Scott’s chiropractor said no-way-no-how can I run a marathon with my back problems. He may be right. But I’m eager to see what I can learn about my body and about healing along the way. Plus, nothing inspires like a good no-way-no-how. I paid my registration fee and I’m looking forward to the adventure.