I somehow hurt my heel while I was in Boston. It really hurt to walk and I babied it a lot. It surprisingly didn’t hurt to run. Correction: it didn’t hurt while I was running but after? Oh boy it was extra angry.
Icing it helped and I gave it a full day to rest before trying another treadmill run. I made it just under two miles. Once I got back home and it was still bothering me I called my dr. She suggested warm baths with salt and Aleave everyday for a week to help will swelling. I even got an x-ray. The result: normal right foot.
The not a training group met up on Saturday and I made it around the 5 mile loop. I walked one bit when my heel first started complaining again. I know I shouldn’t run to the point of real injury, but really I think I was just being a baby about it. I finished those 5 miles and felt better for it.
It’s Wednesday now and I haven’t run yet this week. I was scheduled for 3 miles last night and should do 6 tonight. I’m going to aim for 4 and maybe get 5 in if I’m feeling really good at the end of 4. Who knows maybe I’ll be able to push myself a little further.
All I know is that I’m excited to run in this gorgeous weather we’re having right now. I hope everyone is able to go outside and enjoy some of it.
I travel for work sometimes. Not nearly as much as some and a bit more than others. The hotel I’m in this week has a fitness room and pool. I’m able to get my miles in and easily do some cross-training.
I guess I’m lucky that I don’t mind treadmills. I know some people refer to them as dreadmills. I do understand why and I’m glad that the boringness and monotony of them doesn’t hinder me from getting my run done.
Is this just one of those mental hurdles?
This past week I didn’t get a single run in. The sad part is that I don’t even remember the excuses I gave myself. This means two things; 1) They weren’t good excuses to not work in a run and 2) WTH was I thinking!?
I attempted a road/trail run with coach and a group of runner friends. I think it’s great we can all go out and run together. I’m super slow and need to get over feeling bad about holding people back. If they chose to hang back with me, cool. If they run ahead and wait at trail splits, cool. Coach was getting all her miles in running between us.
Until I crapped out. There was a break in the trail back to the road and I bailed. I felt like shit. Then I felt even more like shit for bailing. I came home and curled up in bed with the kitties and was all “woe is I”. But, then I remembered something coach said to me when she gave me an out on the trail. “There will be bad runs. You just have to run through it.”
She’s right. She was also right that not running at all during the week means I had to start over this weekend. Thankfully I’m not starting over from where I started a few weeks ago, just from a notch down. I’ll get it back. I will.
I took a big nap. It felt so nice. But I knew the only way I’d feel better was to get back out there and finish my run. I needed to finish the miles I set out to do. So I did.
Now? I stink and I’m cold typing this in my wet gear. But I am happy and I feel good.