By Judith Roberts
It’s Peach Week!
It’s all things peachy in Ruston this week, and I am here for all of it. The parade, the art exhibit, the festival itself, the 5k run – I can’t wait.
I enjoy running – it’s one of the few exercises I keep up with, and running in Ruston is not for the fainthearted – you run uphill both ways! I’ve run the Peach Fest 5k a few times, and while I haven’t run it in several years, I will this year with my husband – as long as nothing goes wrong.
And when I say nothing, let me give you a little history. I used to run half marathons. I say “used to,” because I have not run one in over a decade. After my first daughter was born, I started training for another one to complete right around the time she turned one. However, I had an unfortunate accident that resulted in an injury that put running on a hiatus for several months.
No problem – about two years later, I decided to give it another go and try again. So I started training with my toddler daughter often accompanying me in her running stroller, and I was looking forward to running my next race. However, then again, literally the week before my race, I ended up with a foot injury that sent me back to the doctor’s office to run several tests to determine what was going on with my foot.
For my first doctor’s visit, they asked to do an X-ray, and after filling out the liability forms and assuring everyone I was not pregnant, the X-ray revealed that no, there was no broken bone. That was good, but next was a CT scan, which I had never had before. That was set up for the next day, and I stumbled around for another 24 hours before the scan.
As I sat waiting impatiently for the scan, I started thinking.
And counting.
And thinking.
And in a slightly panicked and high-pitched voice, I went back to the front desk of the doctor’s office and said, “Actually, yes, I would like to take a pregnancy test.”
Turns out my foot was just overextended from the preparation of the half marathon, and it healed on its own after a few weeks of using the RICE method. I didn’t get to run that half marathon either, and while I was a bit disappointed, I did have a better consolation prize:
Getting ready for my second child’s arrival.
