This weekend I have been reflecting on recovery. This was initiated by my good friend (and running club secretary) Louise, who has been recovering (slowly) from a hip operation and ran a first tentative parkrun on Saturday; it was a very emotional experience. Since Louise has for the past year been loyally coaching our training sessions from the sidelines it must have been eating at her each week that she couldn’t participate which no doubt heightened the emotions!
I thought of my own wife Helen who several years ago received a diagnosis which effectively implied that her running days were over. After a year, she took first tentative steps into run/walking and is now running strongly again with no reccurance of the original symptoms.
And then my own, much lesser problems of recovering last year from a minor heart procedure (and two injuries) and then again earlier this year from a chest infection (which scuppered my marathon training). I get really impatient that my running speed isn’t increasing as much as I would like but when I think of Louise and Helen it reminds me that I must be patient! These stories also remind me how fortunate I am to be able to run and that I should count my blessings.
“But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.” Romans 8:25 NIVUK