The last two weeks have really sucked., to put it bluntly, they sucked hard. I was doubting that completing the marathon was possible, and I was really down about the injury and with limited time left, anxiety had started to set in over the ability of me recovering in time to take advantage of the last half of the training schedule.
I was in New York/ New Jersey this weekend, which meant a solo run instead of with the team. Just me, my iPod and a water bottle. I figured at the very least I would get 4 or 5 miles in, and due to my negative attitude over the entire thing honestly felt that I wouldn’t get much more.
Well, mile 5 came and went, as did 6 and 7. No pain in my legs other than the usual cobweb removal at the beginning and once in a while a twitch or so. The run was going smoothly, and my confidence that all this was possible started to build back up. The weather was pleasant, the sun was out, and the park I was doing laps around started to fill up with people. I don’t know if on the outside I was grinning, but inside I was ear to ear ecstatic over the fact that I am back.
So, the run. All 13.3 miles of it, was made happy and done with very little pain because by damn, all those little doubts were disappearing. As I ended the run a funny thing happened, I just couldn’t stop running, I had to slow down and crawl for a bit like a train slowly rolling into the station. Once I did stop to sit down and drink some water followed with a few little stretches I stood up and my legs let me know that yes, they had just carted a 270 pound gorilla 13.3 miles and they weren’t necessarily happy with the prospect of having to actually move again. So I hobbled back to where I was staying, and yes it was painful. But unlike two weeks ago, it was a very deserved happy pain.
As I iced I realized that my calf muscles, which were stinging and screaming, somewhat resembled two sacs of jello, they were completely loose, I don’t know that I have ever felt them so loose before. Yet again I was smiling, it’s a bit twisted perhaps, but there is just something fantastic about running past your limits, no matter how menacing the small amount of pain that comes afterwards feels, or the fact that some parts of your body look like someone took a meat tenderizer to them.
I think also that this was the first glimpse into what running this distance is going to feel like. I have to admit that at a healthy state I have never run for such a distance that my body felt completely wrecked afterwards. And while I didn’t feel completely wrecked after this, it did take a good hour of icing and relaxing before I felt somewhat back to normal. So after icing and resting a bit I was back up and at it. Even the next day I was able to walk normally after a few blocks of stretching it out. And the bits that are overly sore are not the injured bits. So yes folks, I’m on the mend.
Over all I am extremely happy with being back and being able to complete the run with the injury seemingly in check. I think that the injury worried me more than I should have let it, and the moral to the story is you have to do, not think about doing or not doing because you are afraid, but just get out there do.
Hopefully this thinking will help me get back on track for the rest of the training. This upcoming Saturday is a 16 miler, and we are getting oh so close to Marathon day, 7 weeks ahead, so here’s to it folks.
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