A few years back, I was out at the local wine bar with a group of girlfriends when a few older guys came by and struck up a conversation with us. Before long, they were sharing their $200 bottles of wine with us. Who were we to refuse? And man, it was good.
We did move on to our own table soon enough and ordered some food. After having that fabulous wine, we decided that we’d treat ourselves to a $75 bottle. When it arrived, we all laughed–it was swill, I tell you, after that $200 bottle! We’d been treated to some really good stuff, and anything less just wasn’t going to measure up.
As I get back into shape, it kind of reminds me of this. Make no mistake–I am thrilled to be back out there. But a small part of me–that obsessive runner part of me–feels like right now I am drinking swill. My slow pace, my shorter miles, they’re all admittedly a bit hard to swallow.
Like you all, I’ve tasted better. Two hundred dollar bottle days where speedwork has brought me close to puking (or, ahem, actually puking) and I knew I was stronger for it. Days where a 22-miler felt like nothing. And days when I’ve knocked a few minutes off a PR. Those are $200 bottle days, and I’m longing for them.
After the long, long, LONG time that I was out injured, however, I know that I need to drink the swill. And hey, it IS $75 swill. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.
Have you ever come back from an injury? Did you find it hard to keep yourself in check?
On a side note, if you’re anything of an oenophile, check out Kovas’ second blog, 50 States of Wine!