Well, let’s just say that this isn’t going to be a happy post. If my grumpiness is going to ruin your Monday then I’m okay with it if you decide not to read. Yesterday marked two weeks until race day and I felt disappointed, worried and doubtful in regards to my abilities and the package that I will be bringing to the start line.
Let’s get the easy part over with. Here’s how last week’s lame training went down:
Thursday: 10.25 miles (8 @ tempo) -> 7:43 average pace
Friday: 3.75 miles -> 8:45 average pace
Sunday: 16 miles -> 8:38 average pace
Total: 30 miles even (this should make Suzy happy)
That doesn’t sound so bad, right? I’m actually okay with only running 30 miles since I’m supposed to be reducing my mileage anyway and no run is going to make or break me right now. I’m more concerned about my leg (if you’re new here, I walked about 6 miles in rubber flip flops while I was in Vegas a few weeks ago and did some damage). I rested Monday – Wednesday because things started to feel really sore after my long run on Sunday last week. I thought if I gave it a few days of rest, things would subside. Well, they didn’t. I ran my tempo on Thursday with a little bit of pain and then finally woke up Friday and made an appointment with a PT. My regular PT is completely booked until marathon week so I had to see someone new but he was great (Mark at Athletic Edge). I know I made the mistake of waiting too long to see someone about this. I mean I got back from Vegas at the beginning of September and it’s been hurting me since then. Not hurting enough to stop training but enough to make me realize that this isn’t going to go away on its own. I’ve basically been diagnosed with tendonitis and Mark gave me a pretty painful massage on Friday. He also gave me a couple of exercises I can do at home and taped me up. I asked if I should keep training and he didn’t recommend that I stop…so that’s good. I think he just understands the whole runner thing and knows that at two weeks out, it’s not realistic to sit around and do nothing. He just wants me to slow my pace and only worry about getting distance in. Cool. I’m okay with that. I tried running Friday night and OH MY WORD. His massage really got things fired up! I was only able to complete 3.75 miles (instead of 8) and frantically messaged Danielle and emailed Phaedra to confirm that this was normal. It is. I decided to rest on Saturday in hopes of feeling good enough for my Sunday long run.
Now let’s talk Sunday. OH SUNDAY.
First, it was freezing and HELLA WINDY. I hate running in pants (I actually hate pants in general) but I put them on anyway and headed out. Less than 0.25 of a mile into my run and I had to turn around and go home to change said pants because they were falling and the crotch was almost at my knees. Turns out buying a size up in Lululemon tights to avoid muffin top leads to worse problems. I changed into some tights that fit but forgot to take my ID and credit card out of the first pair of tights which I needed because my plan was to run to the Running Room to buy gels since I was all out. Off to a good start, right? (*insert pissed off emoji face*)
I accepted the fact that I would be running without fuel and just thought, “Hey, maybe this isn’t the worst thing! No fuel means I’ll take less breaks and get this run over with faster!” I was wrong. My stomach hasn’t felt this bad on a run in a very long time. I was so uncomfortable and in a lot of pain, took a ton of breaks to try and walk it off, then ended up cutting my run a mile short so I could go home and lay down. I guess 16 miles in the wind feeling like absolute death is still better than no miles at all…?
I HAD A REALLY FUN SUNDAY.
The good news is that my leg didn’t feel so bad on my run. I’m seeing Mark again this week so hopefully I’ll be okay to actually race (rather than run) the marathon. Fingers crossed. We are cutting it real close. A bad week is usually followed by a good week though so I have high hopes for the upcoming days.
Happy miserable Monday!! 😉
JUST KIDDING. Have a great day!