Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I plotted an aborted landing but ended-up flying right

One week after the marathon I injured myself. I don't think it was the marathon that did it either since I had run a couple of times after the race and was just fine. Rather, I think it was from running the day after straining myself with yard work. Go figure; a non-stop 26 mile race and I'm fine, but re-starting a recalcitrant lawn mower and I'm wrecked.

The injury spun out of control for a bit: My calf hurt so I favored landing on my heel--which then got a deep, deep blister. This caused me to compensate by thrusting forward with my good leg which caused it to get sore too.

I still ran, but slower. My experience is that injuries can take months to heal and if you stop training all that time you will be back to square one. So I ran, but I couldn't run very fast--till today. I actually set a PR for the below run. Not by much and with lots of pain still, but this is much better than pain + slowness.

Update: I paid for yesterday's exuberance: Today I ran a mere 4 miles at greater than 10 minutes per mile. I swear, some little old ladies with walkers zoomed past me but I can't be sure since it all happened so fast.


Trooper York said...

I know exactly what you mean.

I threw my back out reaching for a pastry Sunday but I refuse to give up and plan to continue eating them this Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

dbp said...

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours too.

If you let a physical injury keep you from fine pastry then the terrorists will know we can be beaten.

Keep up the good work. We trenchermen must stay strong and dig-in for the long haul.