My return to running/training did not go as smoothly as I had anticipated. I didn’t go for the run to stretch my legs last Thursday and definitely did not go on Saturday–instead, I went to the motorcycle show (more on that later). I tried to go for a run on Monday, but didn’t even make it a quarter-mile before returning home in pain. I fretted and have tried to keep stretching.
I was doubtful that I’d be able to run tonight, but decided to give it a shot.
I was successful.
Wow. ~2.5 miles & no extreme pain. I think I might be back & ready to train // http://t.co/WjvWVxC via @
I experienced the usual discomfort as I started. Since I wear heels at work, my calves are usually super tight and ache for the first mile or so. My pace was great and breathing was even. I’m going to try again on Saturday to see if I get my training back on track…woo-hoo!
It took fewer actually. More like five days.
I’m injured. Sorta. Yay running!
Last week, I started having problems with my left hamstring and glute. They felt like they had been kicked repeatedly. Using the foam roller to stretch them out didn’t help. Neither did scooting around the floor while sitting on a tennis ball. Fortunately, I was able to get an appointment with my chiropractor on short notice. I cut short my three-mile run on Monday and only completed 1.8 miles. I delayed my four mile run scheduled for today until tomorrow for my appointment.
At my appointment tonight, my doctor hurt me, but in a good way. She’s certified in Active Release Technique and spent time working on my body. She says I’ll probably have bruises and the areas will be tender for a few days, but that I should start feeling better after that. Instead of four miles tomorrow, I’ll run 1.5 just to stretch my legs out. I’ll resume my training plan on Saturday.
I wonder why I put myself through these things. I think I do it because the human body is capable of so much. I like testing my physical limits and several years ago would never have dreamed of doing the things I do now.
What challenges you?
Today’s weather was wonderful. I felt guilty about sliding back into bed at 5:15 AM after feeding the dog and taking him on his morning walk. It was 71 degrees Fahrenheit and almost chilly.
On my way home from work, I pondered going to the gym. My brain protested being indoors. Bike ride? Didn’t want to deal with traffic. I could have taken the dog on a walk, but even the 85 degree heat was too warm for him at his advanced age. I ended up going for a run.
Wow, what a run that was! It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t a long distance. But it was wonderful. The wind in my hair and the soft slapping of my shoes on the pavement filled my heart with joy (or endorphins. What ever). I felt like a little kid who has spent recess running around the playground.
My jaunt reminded me that sometimes a run is just a run. It’s not always about the time, distance, splits, or where it falls in the training regimen.