Tuesday, August 28, 2012
40 days until Chicago.....
I decided to rest for the entire week! The last time I took 5 days off in a row was after Goofy, over 6 months ago. OK, when I put it that way, I'm overdue for some rest, but I thought I was doing good this summer taking more rest days and running less. I mean my weekly mileage is a lot lower than it was when I trained for Vermont and for Goofy. But I also think this foot pain sort of started at the begining of the summer just after Vermont. It's been slowly bubbling to the surface. It's been that nagging inner voice saying "Hey Stupid, why don't you take a break?!?!" 10 marathons in 4 years is a LOT.
Friday I went to REI and got some more supportive casual shoes to wear to work to add to the healing supplies. If I couldn't run, I would focus my effforts on finding everything I could to fix my foot fast to get me back to running. I went to bed early Friday night, alarm set for early morning to attempt my long run and see how my efforts had gone so far.
I got up Saturday and go dressed. My foot felt really good. No pain at all stepping out of bed. Maybe all the rest helped. I left before the sun came up and started out for 18 miles with the knowledge that I could cut it short if I didn't feel good. I was a little slow when I started out, but that’s normal. Takes me the first 3 miles of a long run to loosen up and find my pace. From mile 4-12 I felt great. I was averaging a good solid pace right on target for my marathon goal pace. Then I started to doubt the distance I set out to do (18 miles). I reached the fork in the road and decided to cut the run short to 16 miles, but the short cut was on horrible uneven sidewalks and THAT is when my foot started to hurt. I wonder if I had just stayed with my original route if it would have been better.
Once I decided to cut the run short I started to feel sluggish and I don’t know if it was because the sun was coming up and it was getting warm or if I was mentally defeated. I felt like gravity increased and it required more effort to lift my legs and turn my feet over. As it got more difficult and my foot started to hurt more I just felt more defeated. It was pretty awful. I just kept thinking what am I going to do, what did I do wrong, what could I have done differently, why now after 5 years of running and training all of the sudden this happens, maybe I need to change my diet again, maybe I need more iron and maybe I should be eating meat, maybe I should see a chiropractor to see if the car accident last year threw me out of balance…… a million questions and no good answers except “STOP RUNNING” and that thought makes me want to cry.