the going got tough

Tough times never last.  But tough people do.
– Robert H. Schuller

One week ago today I received a text from my sister Jodi.  I couldn’t believe what I was reading.  I froze in disbelief, hoping it was some kind of (really bad) April Fool’s joke or something.  Except it wasn’t April 1st.  And my sister just doesn’t kid around about stuff like this…

She’d been skiing in Park City, UT all week with her family for Spring Break.  They were having an AMAZING time.  In one moment she was zooming down the slopes, and in the next she found herself falling and hearing a loud “POP!” in her knee and then unable to get herself up out of the snow — excruciating pain and shock.  WHAT just happened?  It could not be good.

They did x-rays right away to determine that (thankfully) no bones were broken.  They told her most likely she tore ligaments in her left knee.  Most likely her ACL. 

She came home Friday and this week has dealt with extreme swelling, more discomfort and horrible pain.  She’s been basically immobile, which will drive anyone crazy – especially someone like her who is so active and busy all the time.  She has seen doctors and had an MRI, confirming that her ACL is in bad shape (as in completely detached), and that the damage is only repairable with reconstructive surgery.  There is also a chance her meniscus needs surgery, but we won’t know the level of repair it requires until they actually go in to fix things.  Not matter what – it is going to be a long slow road to recovery.

This is SAD news.  It completely stinks and is unfair.  I hate that my sister is going through this, that we don’t know exactly how long it will be before she can walk – much less RUN – again.  All week long I’ve been hoping that maybe, just maybe, the doctors were wrong.  That in a few days her knee would feel back to normal again.  Can we say denial?  Ugh.

I’ve been trying to think of ways to cheer her up and make everything better.  I’ve been praying about it, trying to understand the reasons that God would have to make this a part of her story.   I know I can’t see it now, but I just have to believe that this is going to serve some larger purpose in the big grand scheme of things.  Part of what I feel in my heart is that it is going to make her stronger.  It is going to teach her so much about what she is capable of.  It is going to remind her to believe in herself.  And I also believe that her battle to recovery is going to inspire others who face their own struggles.  She is going to show us all how strong we can be.  I just know it.

My sister is a FIGHTER.  She is not going to let this define her or let it keep her down.  She isn’t going to let it stop her from dreaming, or from chasing those dreams when the time is right.  I know that every day she is going to have to work SO hard to keep her spirits up and to be patient with the process.  Tough times are like that – they are TOUGH.  Nothing about overcoming things like this is easy.  But if anyone can do it, it’s my sister.


Earlier this week I did a tempo run on the trail one morning before sunrise.  It was cold and my legs were tired and heavy from my 14 miler at sub-8:00 pace the day before.  As I ran I thought about my sister, and how right now more than ever I know she wants me to run my very best.  To put it all out on the line and hold nothing back.  I don’t really love tempo runs while I’m doing them.  They are HARD. The whole time I’m running my body is screaming at me – it is anything but comfortable.  My lungs burn, my body tenses and plays tricks on my mind.  I have to be tough to get through them.  I have to outlast the pain.  I have to trust that it is part of the process, and that I will get through it.  On the other side of a tempo run I ALWAYS feel better.  Amazing, in fact.  My body feels stronger and I come out of it with a renewed faith in myself.  I recognize how hard it was, how crappy I felt, but I am proud that I stuck it out.  That I didn’t give up when on so many levels, I wanted to.

My goal was to run 3 tempo miles at a pace between 7:00-7:15.  I warmed up with one easy paced mile and then switched gears.  Switched to my FAST.

Mile 1: 7:01
Mile 2: 7:03
Mile 3: 7:15

I nailed the first two miles.  About half way through the last mile, my stomach started to cramp.  I was mad and annoyed that this was happening to me, because I have to deal with it on just about every single early morning run.  I stopped and dealt with it and then jumped right back into my speed.  This is the same thing that happened to me at RnR, and I fought through it then.  Determination is not easy to come by.  I could have easily just stopped and walked it out, deciding to just run two tempo paced miles instead.  But I didn’t want to because I am a fighter.  Because I CAN push through it.

I owe that to myself.  And right now, I feel like I owe it to my sister, too.   I’m not going to give up when the going gets tough.  And neither will she.

11 thoughts on “the going got tough

  1. Oh man…I love skiing but always worry that I'm going to hurt myself and have to stop running for a while because of it. I hope your sis recovers well and stays in good spirits – which I'm sure is basically impossible. 🙁

  2. Oh Jess, I'm so sorry to hear about your sister. I'm in the same boat – now almost 3 weeks out from my ACL reconstruction & meniscus repair…for the second time. I had my first surgery about 15 years ago and I hurt myself again earlier this year while training for a half marathon. I can totally empathize. I was in denial for a while but am now on the road to recovery! It is a long road to recovery but I also know that if i wanted to keep living my active lifestyle, this was something that I needed to do. I'm sure that you and your sister know others who have gone through this surgery but if she has questions or just wants to vent, I'm happy to help. Believe me, I know that frustration!! Wishing your sis a speedy recovery!

  3. aww.. I'm so sorry! I watched my sister tear her ACL when we were skiing a few years back. However, these days the surgery and PT is amazing. Withing a year she will be back to running and skiing! In between I am sure God has some great plans for her! Praying for both of you!

  4. So beautiful, Jess. I am so sorry to hear about your sister. I can't imagine what it must be like to go from the state of activity she was in to this…please let her know that my thoughts and prayers are with her for a quick and easy recovery…you guys need to be out running again ASAP.

  5. Ughhhh… SO sorry to hear about your sister. I hope she is able to stay positive and upbeat during this phase. It's so, so hard to go through an injury/ recovery- especially ones like that which are more serious. I hope she has a very speedy and complete recovery.

  6. Bummer. Why is skiing soo freaking fun yet so freaking dangerous? Not fair.
    I pray she heals quickly and manages to stay sane in the process.
    Nice splits!

  7. I am so sorry to hear about your sister tearing her ACL but I'm sure she is going to come out of this stronger than ever. Allan had reconstructive surgery on his ACL and meniscus in December 2006 so he can literally feel her pain. I pray that she has a speedy recovery!

  8. I am so sorry for your sister! At least she has good company? Shawn Johnson (olympic gymnast) tore her acl skiing.

    What you wrote resonated with me. I had a tempo scheduled yesterday and I got fearful of it — when I remembered how it felt to not run in Jan and Feb and what I would have given to run then, the fear went away and I was grateful to push myself.

  9. Your fighting spirit is contagious! Thank you. You love you sister so much.. I can feel it in this post. She can do this and, part why she can is having you supporting her with your love and strength. Inspiring to say the least. WIll be thinking of as you kick some butt at Boston! xo

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