Disclaimer: When I started this post, I was going to try a short recap, keeping it brief, highlighting the high points and low points. I failed. It's long, it's wordy, and it was therapeutic. So read on if you have some time (or insomnia).
I was thinking about the post I wrote about pain during the marathon, and wondering whether I still believed what I had written. After a few days to reflect, I maintain the same outlook towards pain, but I have a newfound respect for discomfort.
Let me start from the beginning, and I'll try to be brief, always a difficult thing for me. The trip began with a fairly uneventful plane ride from Sanford to Wilmington, N.C., where I stayed with Christy for the night. She was not feeling well after catching a stomach bug from her son. The next morning, I ran just under 4 miles in Carolina Beach as the sun was beginning to rise. It was a cool, clear morning, and I ran an out-and-back route along the main drag next to the ocean. I caught a few glimpses of the water through the hotels and homes between the road and the beach, but I could hear the wonderful crashing sound of the surf from the road. Christy had told me previously, and I experienced that morning, that the drivers of Carolina Beach, even at 6:30 on a Saturday morning, have no respect whatsoever for runners and WILL NOT move any closer to that yellow line in the road in order to give a runner more room. I doubt any of them would have even flinched had I lunged from the shoulder onto the hood of their cars. But overall it was a lovely pre-marathon day run.
We headed over to Christy's friend Kristen's house around 8:45--she agreed to drive, and we anticipated a 5 - 5 1/2 hour trip to Virginia Beach. All I cared about was getting to the expo in enough time to calmly collect my bib number and goodies. A little browsing through the expo would be nice, too, although I told myself I didn't "need" anything, so no big deal if there wasn't time to shop. First roadblock of the day--20 minutes after we leave Kristen's she gets a call from her husband...he locked himself out of the house and needs her to let him in. Soooo...we drive back to her house, get him in to get his keys, and we're off for Take #2. After that things went well--a couple of pee breaks, lunch at Cracker Barrel, and we arrive at the Virginia Beach Convention Center. Amazingly, the temperature had dropped 15 degrees between our stop at the Cracker Barrel and VA Beach! None of us were prepared for that. We made our way into the expo, picked up our goodies, and then we shopped. I'm very proud of the $2 running shirt I snagged--marked down because of a little hole in the front, which looked to be caused by a pin or something, no big deal--plus a free Geico t-shirt, $10 running shorts and a couple more of my infamous "bondi band" headbands (apparently I'm known as the headband girl). Then off to the hotel. I wasn't sure about this hotel--it was the only one I found close enough to walk to the start that was under $100 per night before taxes, and my impression of VA Beach from online reading was similar to Daytona Beach. But we were pleasantly surprised with the hotel. It was clean, was a small suite with a full-size refrigerator, stove, microwave, toaster, etc. Overlooking the beach. Just right. That night we went in search of a pasta dinner...along with 24,000 other runners! The first place we tried had a wait so long they said come back later! Second place had a 20 - 30 minute wait, so we stayed there, had a nice pasta dinner, then went back to the hotel to bed. Of course, before dinner, I had already gone through my pre-race OCD ritual of laying out my race clothes and supplies, my pre-race supplies, my post-race supplies, and anything else I could remotely need between 6:30 am and 2:00 pm Sunday.
The half-marathon, which Kristen was running, started at 7am, and the marathon didn't start until 8:30. It was so strange not having to get up a 4am (or earlier, like at Disney) to get ready for the race. I didn't get up until almost 6:30, and had plenty of time to get ready before leaving the hotel room at 7:40. The start was 10 blocks north of the hotel, but the finish, which was the same for the half marathon, was a little closer. It was a little bit chilly, and windy, so I had long sleeves and gloves on for the walk to the start. As I passed the finish I realized I might be able to see the half-marathon male winner--it was so exciting! Two men were sprinting for the line, and although I was a little too far away to see them cross, it was very exciting to see them pass just one step apart from each other.
After that I made my way to the baggage drop, where I took some final pre-race photos, did my final prep, and met a man who was running his 95th marathon that day! I did a short warm-up, just to get the legs moving. My ankle hurt a little bit on the way to the start, but other than that I felt okay. I wasn't sure how my body would respond once we started. Additionally, I had decided to start with the 3:35 pace group. My goal was 3:40 in order to qualify for Boston, so I decided to start fast and try to hang on and minimize the damage for as long as possible. As we lined up at the start, I wasn't as nervous as I normally am, because there was nothing to do at that point except run. And off we went. There were two men serving as the pace leaders for the 3:35 group, one holding a stick with the 3:35 sign on the end--he was very tall, so I decided to just stick by him as my focal point. As we started, I felt okay. People running around the pace group started to chat, and I was content to just listen to their stories and remain quiet. No need to waste any energy talking! One poor young woman was unfortunate enough to attract the attention of this older gentleman running with the group. She was a polite Southern Belle--he was also polite, but oh my, SO chatty. During the first 10 miles, he had gotten out of her where she lives, what she does for fun (running, triathlons, swimming), that she had a stress fracture in her back 2 years ago, at what point she was going to "gel" during this race, how she should hold the cup at the water stations to minimize spill, at what point he had "gelled" and whether she had done so, as well, where she worked...very entertaining. She was so polite, I never would have had her patience. In response to his water cup suggestion (which she undoubtedly already knew), she simply replied, "Oh, that's a good idea! I think I'll try that!" (Insert sweet southern accent.) [As an aside, since I knew her name and home city due to my eavesdropping, I looked up her finishing time and was pleased to see she had qualified for Boston.]
And now we come to the reason I wasn't with her at the finish--the wheels fell off at mile 12. At mile 2 I realized the pace was too fast, but told myself just to hang on. At mile 4 I realized that my quads were already starting to complain, but just hold on. At mile 6.5, I went to grab my nutrition from my pocket (stinger chews), and as I reached for a water cup through the water stop, my bag of chews hopped out of my pocket. Stupid me turned around, amidst a gaggle of runners, to see if I could find the bag. I did not find it, and had to pick up the pace more than my legs could handle in order to catch back up to the pace group. Stupid, stupid, stupid...although in retrospect, I don't think that really did me in. I had a honey stinger gel in my sports bra, so I got that down, was back with the group, and was hurting bad. Actually, "hurting" is the wrong word...I was so uncomfortable. Normally during a run, I will assess with extreme detail how my body is feeling, the slight twinges and pains that crop up, and determine whether those feelings are normal or something to pay attention to. Because I knew things were not going well during this run, I tried to ignore these things and just focus on continuing. Stay with the 3:35 pacer. Just hang on. Just keep the legs moving. Don't worry about the fatigue. Then the doubts started creeping in: There's no way I can keep this up. Why are my quads so fatigued? How long can I hang on? What do I do when I can't hang on anymore? Just keep moving. Fight.
It got really tough. At mile 8 or 9, I felt the fatigue in my quads start to take over. Just make it to mile 12. Christy will be there cheering you on. Then reassess. The course was really nice. It was a mix of the main drag through the touristy area, a large divided highway leading to suburban neighborhoods, only one "hill" in the form of a fairly steep bridge (well, two hills, we had to cross the same bridge twice--once on the way out at mile 4 and on the way back just before mile 10). We ran on the boardwalk for a little while. The ocean was beautiful to my right, but I barely noticed, so focused on maintaining pace with the group I was, I practically missed the beauty of it. As we came upon mile 12, I started to lose the group. I just could not make my legs go as fast as I wanted them to. I saw Christy up on the right, cheering me on. I thought I waved and smiled, but she later told me I didn't--apparently my brain did not send the signal strongly enough to my limbs and face. She saw that I was not doing well. At the halfway point, I was walking.
Between miles 12 and 13 I seriously considered dropping out of the race. I knew at that point I was not going to make my Boston qualifying time, and really that was all that mattered to me. Short-sighted, I know. But I had been so focused on this goal that running a PR (beating 3:49) or simply finishing meant nothing to me. And I knew that I could not hold even a little bit slower of a pace to make my 3:40 BQ time, I was totally spent. In addition, I felt the effects of dehydration. I am convinced this was caused by the steroids prescribed by my doctor to reduce the inflammation in my ankle. I knew I should not have taken them. He thought they would get me all jacked up and make me hyper--they did not. The only effect I felt was dehydration. All week I had to drink extra water, and it seemed like it was never enough. Halfway through the race I felt the chills of dehydration and I stopped sweating, never a good sign. I soon convinced myself that quitting was not an option, just finish. From that point on I had to stop and walk at every water stop, sometimes more frequently. Miles 16 - 19 were a long, slightly uphill drag through a wooded area. After that we turned through a wide open military base, then headed back the way we came through a main drag in a residential area. At mile 20 the 3:45 pace group passed me, and I could not even keep pace with them. At mile 23, there were still marathon walkers and walk/runners making their way out on the course--they were at mile 14-15. I thought about their perseverance in continuing on with their marathons, each struggling in their own way, the day only getting warmer. A quick note on the temperature--the air was cool, there was a breeze, but the sun was shining bright, causing me to dump water on my head at every water stop after mile 14.
Finally I got to mile 24, only 2.2 to go. I had 20 minutes to beat 4 hours, and for the first time since mile 2, I had a goal. I did not want to go over 4 hours. So I continued plodding along. I considered myself one of the walking wounded on this stretch. Many runners around me were clearly fighting as I was to hang on and finish. Others seemed to be having a good race, and although I was a little jealous of them, I also felt happy for them, hoping they were meeting their goals. Some women behind me were still chatting away at this point--how in the world they were able to hold a continuous conversation this far along in the race is beyond me, but they did.
In the last 1.2 miles, I was running close to a woman named Michelle. I know this because our names are printed on our bib numbers, and the spectators were encouraging all of us by name. I passed Michelle; she passed me back. We turned from the main drag towards the boardwalk, running through a throng of Livestrong volunteers, cheering enthusiastically. We reached the boardwalk, tailwind helping us along, and I could see the big King Neptune statue down the way, preceding the finish. Just keep moving. It's almost over. You will break 4 hours...
And I did. I finished, 3:58:08, and felt a little bit like crying. Such a huge disappointment to train and focus for so long on a goal that I missed. However, I still accomplished something. 4 hours is a very respectable marathon, I think. There will always be others. It was a superbly organized race, a great course that traversed many different types of areas, keeping it interesting (for those with enough energy to pay attention). The volunteers and overall support was just fantastic. And the SWAG and after party, so awesome! The finishing chute was long and well-stocked. First water, then the medal, then some snacks (banana, granola bar, cookie), all handed to you by volunteers. Then a hat, then a sweatshirt! Just awesome. Then I saw Christy, my faithful supporter (thank you SO much Christy, for being so supportive while battling your own frustration of not being able to run the race you trained so hard for).
My legs were shot at the end. The quad cramps never went away, and starting at about mile 18, my upper calves started yelling at me, as well. As I tried to take my shoes off and put on dry socks and shoes, they cramped up so bad I was stuck in a contorted downward facing dog position on the grass next to the board walk. All I could say was "ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." All Christy could say as she watched me struggle was,"I don't know what to do, how can I help you?" I finally was able to move my foot and release the cramp, but holy shit did that hurt!
The after party was great. They had an enormous tent set up on the beach, with a live band, free beer (4 per participant!), and Irish stew. I had the stew, tried the beer (no matter how much I try, I just don't like it--I got two little sips down and left the rest--tragic, I know). Finally, I was ready to get back to the hotel, shower and rest. And that's what I did.
In retrospect, I have no idea what really caused the bad race. I'm pretty sure the steroids caused the dehydration, and that I never should have taken them, swollen ankle or not. My ankle did not hurt AT ALL during the race (although it hurt two days after and is still clearly injured). I think my lack of speedwork in my training overall was a major culprit in my quad fatigue problem. But I also think it just wasn't a good day for me. In the week since, I've gone back and forth about whether to run another marathon in the next two months. The only flat course that's a Boston qualifier I can find is in Providence, and I don't think I want to spend the money on that. There's always next year, right?
Well, if you made it this far in the story, thanks for reading and for reliving my journey with me. I have few regrets, will learn from my mistakes, and am proud of my accomplishment. Keep on running!
Friday, March 23, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Pain is a fascinating thing.
I am a bit fascinated by pain, and the amazing wonders that are the mind and body. My understanding of pain is it is the body's way of telling you that there may be a problem, an injury, or something at least to pay attention to and decide on a course of action regarding what, if anything, to do about it.
Merriam-Webster.com defines pain as:
"2a : usu. localized physical suffering associated with bodily disorder (as a disease or an injury); also : a basic bodily sensation induced by a noxious stimulus, received by naked nerve endings, characterized by physical discomfort (as pricking, throbbing, or aching), and typically leading to evasive action "
I feel fairly lucky to have a high tolerance for pain...well, except for pinching. I HATE the feeling of being pinched. It causes this inexplicable rage reaction (I go all "Red Ross" for those of you who remember that Friends episode). But I digress...I also tend to be very aware of what is "normal" pain and nuisance discomfort in my body vs. what is abnormal or new. Brian would call this being a hypochondriac, but I disagree. I think what separates elite athletes from the rest of us (in addition to incredible work ethic, dedication and some genetics) is their ability to work through and overcome pain. My overly-simplistic view of pain is this: the body sends a signal in the form of pain to the brain (I'll call it the mind for purposes of this discussion) that something might be wrong with a part of the body. Sometimes, of course, there is something critically wrong, such as a break, tear, burn or other injury that is serious enough to warrant a cease in whatever action caused this injury and immediate attention should be paid to it. But the other times, the less serious "injuries" and signals of pain, and subsequently how the mind deals with it, that's where my fascination comes in.
I think sometimes the body and mind are lazy, and it takes some effort to convince one or the other that the "pain" the body is feeling is only temporary, and that pushing through, then past, that pain is what needs to be done to accomplish the goal, whatever that goal might be. In weak moments, I think the mind convinces itself that the goal is not as important as it was before the pain. But in strong moments, the pain is accepted, confronted, and overcome. And the mind and body are stronger for it.
This is my mindset, as it relates to pain, as I get close to the marathon this weekend.
My goal: to run it in less than 3 hours and 40 minutes, which will qualify me for the Boston Marathon.
My weaknesses: too little speed work in the last two months; too much weight gain in the last two months; ankle injury in the last week; an 8:30am marathon start time (this is "late" for me to start a long run)
My strengths: a good final long run (26+ miles) 3 weeks before the marathon; a great half marathon race 2 weeks before the marathon; prior marathon experiences
How I will overcome my weaknesses: the memory of my last two marathons, in which the last 3 miles (in Jacksonville) and the last 10K (in Tampa) were so difficult that I wanted to crawl up into a ball on the side of the road and cry--but I didn't, I kept moving, knowing it would be over soon (the faster I moved the sooner it would end!), and I finished with a PR in both races
I might not reach my goal, but I sure am going to try. I'm going to push my mind to convince my body that the pain will end. And I'm not naive enough to believe there won't be pain, there will be, and lots of it during the final 10K, I'm sure. But the body is an amazing thing that can do so much more than we give it credit for, as long as the mind doesn't sabotage it. So I will push, I will give it my all. If I don't reach my goal, it won't be because I didn't give it everything I had. And I will enjoy the journey, as I have to this point, regardless of the outcome.
Merriam-Webster.com defines pain as:
"2a : usu. localized physical suffering associated with bodily disorder (as a disease or an injury); also : a basic bodily sensation induced by a noxious stimulus, received by naked nerve endings, characterized by physical discomfort (as pricking, throbbing, or aching), and typically leading to evasive action "
I feel fairly lucky to have a high tolerance for pain...well, except for pinching. I HATE the feeling of being pinched. It causes this inexplicable rage reaction (I go all "Red Ross" for those of you who remember that Friends episode). But I digress...I also tend to be very aware of what is "normal" pain and nuisance discomfort in my body vs. what is abnormal or new. Brian would call this being a hypochondriac, but I disagree. I think what separates elite athletes from the rest of us (in addition to incredible work ethic, dedication and some genetics) is their ability to work through and overcome pain. My overly-simplistic view of pain is this: the body sends a signal in the form of pain to the brain (I'll call it the mind for purposes of this discussion) that something might be wrong with a part of the body. Sometimes, of course, there is something critically wrong, such as a break, tear, burn or other injury that is serious enough to warrant a cease in whatever action caused this injury and immediate attention should be paid to it. But the other times, the less serious "injuries" and signals of pain, and subsequently how the mind deals with it, that's where my fascination comes in.
I think sometimes the body and mind are lazy, and it takes some effort to convince one or the other that the "pain" the body is feeling is only temporary, and that pushing through, then past, that pain is what needs to be done to accomplish the goal, whatever that goal might be. In weak moments, I think the mind convinces itself that the goal is not as important as it was before the pain. But in strong moments, the pain is accepted, confronted, and overcome. And the mind and body are stronger for it.
This is my mindset, as it relates to pain, as I get close to the marathon this weekend.
My goal: to run it in less than 3 hours and 40 minutes, which will qualify me for the Boston Marathon.
My weaknesses: too little speed work in the last two months; too much weight gain in the last two months; ankle injury in the last week; an 8:30am marathon start time (this is "late" for me to start a long run)
My strengths: a good final long run (26+ miles) 3 weeks before the marathon; a great half marathon race 2 weeks before the marathon; prior marathon experiences
How I will overcome my weaknesses: the memory of my last two marathons, in which the last 3 miles (in Jacksonville) and the last 10K (in Tampa) were so difficult that I wanted to crawl up into a ball on the side of the road and cry--but I didn't, I kept moving, knowing it would be over soon (the faster I moved the sooner it would end!), and I finished with a PR in both races
I might not reach my goal, but I sure am going to try. I'm going to push my mind to convince my body that the pain will end. And I'm not naive enough to believe there won't be pain, there will be, and lots of it during the final 10K, I'm sure. But the body is an amazing thing that can do so much more than we give it credit for, as long as the mind doesn't sabotage it. So I will push, I will give it my all. If I don't reach my goal, it won't be because I didn't give it everything I had. And I will enjoy the journey, as I have to this point, regardless of the outcome.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Giving back
Yesterday I volunteered at the inaugural Swamphouse Half Marathon and 5K. When I first read about this race last November or December, I knew I wouldn't be able to participate because it was scheduled just 1 week prior to the marathon I had on my schedule. This is a race put on by a local running group, the West Volusia Runners. I have never even run with this group, but I've run with people who run with them...you know, friend of a friend of a friend thing. However, the race was going to take place in my town, and because of the many events I participate in, I know how important the volunteers are--not only to the organizers, who certainly could not get everything done without them--but to the participants. For those of you reading this who do not participate in organized sporting events (like running races, cycling events, triathlons, etc.), the value of the volunteers supporting the athletes cannot be overstated. You would not believe how helpful it is to have a stranger yell encouragement to you halfway through your race, at mile 12 of 13.1, or at the finish line.
With this in mind, I was happy to volunteer my time for this event. Even though that meant getting up at 4am on "spring forward" Sunday! Let me tell you what a rewarding experience this was. My job, along with my two new friends Claire and Tommy Johnson, was to deliver the water stop supplies (tables, chairs, water jugs, cups, trash bags, etc.), to the 8 stops located on the 5K and half marathon courses. Driving the UHaul through the dark streets of DeBary, we unloaded the supplies at each stop as detailed on our instruction sheet (kudos to race organizer Jennifer Florida for being so detail-oriented in her instructions, it made our job so easy). We made such a great team and were so efficient that we made it back to the start line before the race even started (the race was delayed because of participants still parking their cars). I got to see the race start and many finishers in the 5K before heading out on the road again. The next part of our assignment was to travel the course again and pick up all of the supplies we dropped off. We set out to do that but there were still walkers on the course who had not made it to the second water stop. This allowed us the opportunity to park at mile 8.5 and cheer on the runners. I happened to be standing next to a sign that said "FREE BEER 4.5 MILES AHEAD!" That was a very popular sign! I even saw a couple of people I know running by and tried to give them encouragement. How exciting to be able to cheer on people as they gave it their all in the drizzling rain! We then got back to "work" and made our rounds to pick up the supplies. The water stop volunteers were so great--they cleaned up all the trash (runners can be a bit messy through water stops--lots of cups and gel wrappers and other trash) and neatly piled up the supplies for us to pick up.
We stayed a bit at the final water stop to cheer on the final few runners and walkers who were finishing up. They were so determined, it was great to see. What an awesome experience to be on that side of a race, and more importantly, a local one put on by an area running group. I will definitely be joining the West Volusia Runners and doing some training runs with them after my marathon. Everyone I have met who is a part of that group is great, but that shouldn't surprise me. Runners usually are a supportive, positive, strong group of beer drinkers! What a great community to be a part of.
With this in mind, I was happy to volunteer my time for this event. Even though that meant getting up at 4am on "spring forward" Sunday! Let me tell you what a rewarding experience this was. My job, along with my two new friends Claire and Tommy Johnson, was to deliver the water stop supplies (tables, chairs, water jugs, cups, trash bags, etc.), to the 8 stops located on the 5K and half marathon courses. Driving the UHaul through the dark streets of DeBary, we unloaded the supplies at each stop as detailed on our instruction sheet (kudos to race organizer Jennifer Florida for being so detail-oriented in her instructions, it made our job so easy). We made such a great team and were so efficient that we made it back to the start line before the race even started (the race was delayed because of participants still parking their cars). I got to see the race start and many finishers in the 5K before heading out on the road again. The next part of our assignment was to travel the course again and pick up all of the supplies we dropped off. We set out to do that but there were still walkers on the course who had not made it to the second water stop. This allowed us the opportunity to park at mile 8.5 and cheer on the runners. I happened to be standing next to a sign that said "FREE BEER 4.5 MILES AHEAD!" That was a very popular sign! I even saw a couple of people I know running by and tried to give them encouragement. How exciting to be able to cheer on people as they gave it their all in the drizzling rain! We then got back to "work" and made our rounds to pick up the supplies. The water stop volunteers were so great--they cleaned up all the trash (runners can be a bit messy through water stops--lots of cups and gel wrappers and other trash) and neatly piled up the supplies for us to pick up.
We stayed a bit at the final water stop to cheer on the final few runners and walkers who were finishing up. They were so determined, it was great to see. What an awesome experience to be on that side of a race, and more importantly, a local one put on by an area running group. I will definitely be joining the West Volusia Runners and doing some training runs with them after my marathon. Everyone I have met who is a part of that group is great, but that shouldn't surprise me. Runners usually are a supportive, positive, strong group of beer drinkers! What a great community to be a part of.
Friday, March 9, 2012
The Streak is Ending...
It is a sad day...the running streak will end today. On my morning run yesterday I twisted my ankle. 10 days before my marathon and I misstep on the edge of a sidewalk--the outside of my right foot slipped down, but the inside of my foot did not, causing a very extended stretch on my outer ankle. I stopped and assessed the damage after loudly proclaiming to the pre-dawn silence, "Are you kidding me?!?!?" After a few tentative steps I knew it wasn't broken and wasn't badly torn. I started to jog and worked out the pain.
I continued for more than two more miles to finish the 4 miles I had planned and could feel the ankle was injured, but the pain wasn't too bad due to the adrenaline and endorphins coursing through my body. I knew, however, that as soon as I stopped running, I would feel it. And I did. The pain wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would be, but I could feel the tightness as the swelling started. I went into the Crossfit gym (my run was a pre-Crossfit run), sat down to change my shoes, and knew that I would not be staying for my Crossfit workout. I'm quite stubborn, though. As I was sitting there, I was trying to figure out just what modification I could make to the workout so I could still do it. Then I stood up. And then I went home.
I knew that the injury was not debilitating. It's been just over 36 hours since it happened and it's already feeling better. My first concern, of course, is how it will impact my marathon. I had built up my confidence for a good performance in the marathon after a decent final long run 3 weeks out, and a really good half marathon race 2 weeks out. In the final week of training before a marathon the focus is on short distance but high intensity. I'm going to miss out on some of that because of this injury. Now my confidence is dampened just a bit.
My second concern is the running streak. As of now, it is ending. I have managed to run a minimum of 1 mile every day of this year. I haven't counted the days, but it's more than two months. I've been a bit obsessed with it all day long, because until 1:00 this afternoon, I was sure I could go to Crossfit this evening (upper body work only) and then run my 1 mile after. Then at lunch I took off the Ace ankle compression bandage I'm wearing and saw that the ankle is still quite swollen. The pain is not too bad, and I can run through pain pretty well. But I know that the swelling means there is still damage. So the question became, to run or not to run? Which is more important, the streak or the marathon? Of course the answer is the marathon. But it hurts a little to let go of this streak.
It's silly, because the streak means nothing. It was just a last minute decision I made based on a Facebook page suggestion. But it was a test, and I like tests. Now, I feel as though I've failed the test. Not because I feel my decision to NOT run today is the wrong one. I feel it is because of poor decisions and laziness earlier this week. Maybe if I had done my speed work run on Tuesday like I was supposed to, I would not have been running where I was yesterday. But that is ridiculous. What happened, happened. I simply stepped two inches too far to the right while turning a corner. It could have happened at any time.
So it's time to let go. It's painful. But I'll survive, and at some point I'll start another streak.
I continued for more than two more miles to finish the 4 miles I had planned and could feel the ankle was injured, but the pain wasn't too bad due to the adrenaline and endorphins coursing through my body. I knew, however, that as soon as I stopped running, I would feel it. And I did. The pain wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would be, but I could feel the tightness as the swelling started. I went into the Crossfit gym (my run was a pre-Crossfit run), sat down to change my shoes, and knew that I would not be staying for my Crossfit workout. I'm quite stubborn, though. As I was sitting there, I was trying to figure out just what modification I could make to the workout so I could still do it. Then I stood up. And then I went home.
I knew that the injury was not debilitating. It's been just over 36 hours since it happened and it's already feeling better. My first concern, of course, is how it will impact my marathon. I had built up my confidence for a good performance in the marathon after a decent final long run 3 weeks out, and a really good half marathon race 2 weeks out. In the final week of training before a marathon the focus is on short distance but high intensity. I'm going to miss out on some of that because of this injury. Now my confidence is dampened just a bit.
My second concern is the running streak. As of now, it is ending. I have managed to run a minimum of 1 mile every day of this year. I haven't counted the days, but it's more than two months. I've been a bit obsessed with it all day long, because until 1:00 this afternoon, I was sure I could go to Crossfit this evening (upper body work only) and then run my 1 mile after. Then at lunch I took off the Ace ankle compression bandage I'm wearing and saw that the ankle is still quite swollen. The pain is not too bad, and I can run through pain pretty well. But I know that the swelling means there is still damage. So the question became, to run or not to run? Which is more important, the streak or the marathon? Of course the answer is the marathon. But it hurts a little to let go of this streak.
It's silly, because the streak means nothing. It was just a last minute decision I made based on a Facebook page suggestion. But it was a test, and I like tests. Now, I feel as though I've failed the test. Not because I feel my decision to NOT run today is the wrong one. I feel it is because of poor decisions and laziness earlier this week. Maybe if I had done my speed work run on Tuesday like I was supposed to, I would not have been running where I was yesterday. But that is ridiculous. What happened, happened. I simply stepped two inches too far to the right while turning a corner. It could have happened at any time.
So it's time to let go. It's painful. But I'll survive, and at some point I'll start another streak.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Purpose-built
As I mentioned in my last post, Fredo and I ran 22 miles last weekend. Brian joined us on his bike around mile 13, while we were on some back roads of DeBary. Fredo had only run there one other time and was excited about the new sights and smells. I get worried about Fredo and the amount that he runs with me. I have no idea how old he is--he is at least 7, because we found him 6 years ago and he was full grown, but the vet at the time thought he was 3 or 4. I don't believe that he could be 9 or 10 right now, but 8 would make sense. At mile 15 of that run, he was so excited about his surroundings that he broke stride and started pulling--which he rarely does unless he's spotted a rabbit, squirrel, or some other prey to chase. This time it was just pure joy of new smells, sights and sounds...to the point that I had to keep pulling his leash back and telling him to slow down. At this point, Brian pointed out that Fredo is definitely "purpose-built." The mixture of whatever dog breeds he is made up of resulted in a short, squat, powerhouse of a long-distance roamer.
Even so, I worry about him because there have been runs where he is tired at the end. I know this because his normal running position is in front of me to my left. When he gets tired, he ends up running right next to me or a step behind. Normally, though, this is on a long run where it's very warm out by the end. There haven't been many of those this marathon training period, and very few runs where Fredo has shown any signs of being tired. The problem is, he would never tell me if he gets tired! To non-dog people, dogs do "talk" to their owners, as long as we're paying attention. They tell us through behavior and body language how they're feeling and what they want. But dogs are also stubborn, wonderful creatures that rarely let on when they have a problem. Especially if that problem would prohibit them from doing something they want--such as running! Fredo has at times had issues that prevented me from taking him running--a cut on his foot, an eye infection, a sore shoulder--but if he had his way, he would have happily run through the discomfort just for the experience of getting out and running.
I am not purpose-built for running. I don't have a runner's build, or an efficient runner's gait (although with Crossfit core training it has improved). But that doesn't stop me from running. When my mind tries to stop me (I'm too tired, too sore, too busy, etc.) I need to remind myself of the joys that Fredo sees in running. It's not a chore, it's an adventure, and I need to take advantage of it for as long as I can. Who knows how much longer Fredo will be able to join me. I need to cherish the days now while I have this time with him. There will never again be another Fredo the Wonderdog.
I am not purpose-built for running. I don't have a runner's build, or an efficient runner's gait (although with Crossfit core training it has improved). But that doesn't stop me from running. When my mind tries to stop me (I'm too tired, too sore, too busy, etc.) I need to remind myself of the joys that Fredo sees in running. It's not a chore, it's an adventure, and I need to take advantage of it for as long as I can. Who knows how much longer Fredo will be able to join me. I need to cherish the days now while I have this time with him. There will never again be another Fredo the Wonderdog.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
The streak is alive...but where are all the other runners?
So the streak is alive! I have managed to run at least 1 mile every day this year...but I continue to wonder, where are all the other runners? I know they exist, I have run with them. Yet in my neighborhood, I rarely encounter another runner. I know of 6 people in the area who run, but I only see one of them regularly, and that's only if our weekend long-run paths happen to cross.
Like a lot of runners, I tend to stick to the same routes, week after week. I have some areas I call "add-ons", which are extensions of my normal route if I need to add mileage. And I hardly ever see any other runners on these routes. This past weekend I switched up my long run route a bit. I headed out for 22 miles, just me and Fredo the Wonderdog. On a prior weekend, I had run with a friend on a route around my town that I had never run before. I decided to try the route again. I got a late start (for a long run--6:30), and I didn't see another runner until mile 8! And these were two runners from a local running club. At mile 12 I saw another runner--the one guy who lives on my street and I see running now and then. Even the nature trail, which often has other runners, was sparsely populated. So where are they? I hear non-running friends and acquaintances make silly statements when I talk about running--like "I didn't even drive that far this weekend." But the one that makes me mad is, "I can't run." Yes you can! Almost everyone can run. What they're really saying is that they don't like to run, or it's hard, or they've never really tried it.
Running isn't easy for most people. I'm sure it's easy for some, but not for me, and not for most of my running friends. But there is something about it. Once you learn how to breathe comfortably, how to relax while running, how to keep putting one foot in front of the other...you realize that your body is capable of so much more than you give it credit for...and when you realize that, you also realize that your mind is stronger than you realize. In running, the mind often has to be stronger than the body. The body will keep moving, as long as the mind tells it to.
So maybe the other runners have just not yet realized that they are capable. Whether it's a walk/run around the block, a jog with the dog or the kids, or a long run of 22 miles with Fredo the Wonderdog, you can do it. I often have to remind myself of that, but so far, I have managed to convince my body that it can keep going. Now get out the door and just do it!
Like a lot of runners, I tend to stick to the same routes, week after week. I have some areas I call "add-ons", which are extensions of my normal route if I need to add mileage. And I hardly ever see any other runners on these routes. This past weekend I switched up my long run route a bit. I headed out for 22 miles, just me and Fredo the Wonderdog. On a prior weekend, I had run with a friend on a route around my town that I had never run before. I decided to try the route again. I got a late start (for a long run--6:30), and I didn't see another runner until mile 8! And these were two runners from a local running club. At mile 12 I saw another runner--the one guy who lives on my street and I see running now and then. Even the nature trail, which often has other runners, was sparsely populated. So where are they? I hear non-running friends and acquaintances make silly statements when I talk about running--like "I didn't even drive that far this weekend." But the one that makes me mad is, "I can't run." Yes you can! Almost everyone can run. What they're really saying is that they don't like to run, or it's hard, or they've never really tried it.
Running isn't easy for most people. I'm sure it's easy for some, but not for me, and not for most of my running friends. But there is something about it. Once you learn how to breathe comfortably, how to relax while running, how to keep putting one foot in front of the other...you realize that your body is capable of so much more than you give it credit for...and when you realize that, you also realize that your mind is stronger than you realize. In running, the mind often has to be stronger than the body. The body will keep moving, as long as the mind tells it to.
So maybe the other runners have just not yet realized that they are capable. Whether it's a walk/run around the block, a jog with the dog or the kids, or a long run of 22 miles with Fredo the Wonderdog, you can do it. I often have to remind myself of that, but so far, I have managed to convince my body that it can keep going. Now get out the door and just do it!
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Reason #347 to run in the morning instead of evening
Dogs. There are more dogs out and about in the evening. More on that in a bit.
I slept in this morning, and I would guess that 95% of the time that I choose to try to get more sleep rather than get up and run I regret it. Today was no exception. I slept fairly well last night, and when I let the dogs out at 5:30 this morning the air was cool, the moon was bright, and I should have gotten out the door for my run. But I started back at Crossfit this week (Monday evening and Tuesday morning workouts), and I felt sore and tired. However, I always feel tired in the morning. It doesn't matter what time I wake up--I am a bad waker-upper...rarely do I feel energized and hop out of bed. But once I get out the door and around the block on a run, I start to feel that energy, and by mile 1 I usually feel good. Even on a bad run day I feel good to have gotten out of bed. Since I missed my run this morning, I knew that would mean fitting in a run after work. I dislike evening runs--it means having to very carefully watch what and when I eat so I avoid cramps. It means taking time away from other things that need to get done after work. And it means that there are more dogs out and about that impede my run.
If I had gotten up this morning, I would have run 5 miles. So that's what I had in my head for this afternoon. I convinced Brian to ride his bike alongside Fredo and I while we ran--and I had no idea if I'd even make it a mile my legs were SO sore from Crossfit. Weighted walking lunges rear their ugly soreness 36 - 48 hours after completion. Ow. As I started the run, my legs were so tight I couldn't even maintain my regular stride. I didn't know if I could make it more than a mile, but I kept going. We encountered a couple of dogs out for walks, and then a couple that were not on leashes. One pit bull mix that luckily didn't attack Fredo, but certainly could have. And then the second was a big dog playing with some kids--of course no collar, no control over the dog. He kept following us, and although he didn't act aggressively, Fredo does not like dogs jumping on him, so he could have tried to bite the other dogs. Anyway...I never have this problem in the mornings. So, reason #347 to just get up and run: avoid annoying dogs.
I slept in this morning, and I would guess that 95% of the time that I choose to try to get more sleep rather than get up and run I regret it. Today was no exception. I slept fairly well last night, and when I let the dogs out at 5:30 this morning the air was cool, the moon was bright, and I should have gotten out the door for my run. But I started back at Crossfit this week (Monday evening and Tuesday morning workouts), and I felt sore and tired. However, I always feel tired in the morning. It doesn't matter what time I wake up--I am a bad waker-upper...rarely do I feel energized and hop out of bed. But once I get out the door and around the block on a run, I start to feel that energy, and by mile 1 I usually feel good. Even on a bad run day I feel good to have gotten out of bed. Since I missed my run this morning, I knew that would mean fitting in a run after work. I dislike evening runs--it means having to very carefully watch what and when I eat so I avoid cramps. It means taking time away from other things that need to get done after work. And it means that there are more dogs out and about that impede my run.
If I had gotten up this morning, I would have run 5 miles. So that's what I had in my head for this afternoon. I convinced Brian to ride his bike alongside Fredo and I while we ran--and I had no idea if I'd even make it a mile my legs were SO sore from Crossfit. Weighted walking lunges rear their ugly soreness 36 - 48 hours after completion. Ow. As I started the run, my legs were so tight I couldn't even maintain my regular stride. I didn't know if I could make it more than a mile, but I kept going. We encountered a couple of dogs out for walks, and then a couple that were not on leashes. One pit bull mix that luckily didn't attack Fredo, but certainly could have. And then the second was a big dog playing with some kids--of course no collar, no control over the dog. He kept following us, and although he didn't act aggressively, Fredo does not like dogs jumping on him, so he could have tried to bite the other dogs. Anyway...I never have this problem in the mornings. So, reason #347 to just get up and run: avoid annoying dogs.
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