So, I’ve been kind of holding off on this post because 1) I haven’t had very much spare time recently (I feel like I haven’t had spare time since January), and 2) I was trying to wait until I wasn’t angry about this dumb leg and its dumb inability to move without pain (just like I was trying to wait to run until after I could walk up the stairs without hurting, but since neither of those things have happened, here we are).
I am angry about my dumb leg and its dumb inability to move without pain.
Since last we spoke about marathon training, I had just completed an uneventful 20 miler 2.5 weeks ago. YAY! 20 miler complete, ability to complete marathon verified.
Then I attempted some mile repeats (finally running a sub-7 minute mile for the first time this training cycle) which caused massive shin splints. Annoying, but not a big deal. I rested for a couple of days, and everything was ok. BUT THEN, when the shin splints were not bothering me any more, the dumb calf thing appeared out of nowhere (during a rest day) AGAIN and started hurting AGAIN.
More rest. More annoyance. Mild panic over the fact that my most crucial training weeks were rapidly being wasted. I did however buy a bag of Easter egg Reese’s cups (they were on sale at Target!), and eat them.
Then, last weekend, I ran Bataan (bad Amy) but at a slower pace than I wanted, not because I was being cautious, but because I hurt so bad. When I caught up to my dad, he asked me if everything was ok since he was expecting me to pass him long before. I said no, as a matter of fact, I wasn’t ok. But, as I mentioned in that epically long Bataan post, that particular race really changes one’s perception of “discomfort.” And, at mile 10 my body just stopped caring and the pain went away. Until I crossed the finish line and remembered it. Then it came back.
I didn’t run all week. I tried once, but I got less than 2 miles in before having to stop.
Sunday was scheduled as our final long run. We had chosen the course weeks ago as a ridiculously challenging 22 miler with a steep uphill and a steep downhill, up and down until mileage was complete. A 10K is actually run on this course…it is called, “The World’s Toughest 10-K.” My goal was to mimic the long downhill stretches followed by long uphill stretches of the Boston course.
It sucked for the following reasons:
1) I was throw-up sick both Friday and Saturday (this happens for no apparent reason every once in awhile, and no, I’m absolutely not pregnant), so most of what I ate didn’t stick around long enough to provide energy or nutrients,
2) The course included almost 1,000 feet of elevation gain over 4.5 miles (meant to make the Newton Hills look easy),
3) Intense spring winds made downhills feel like work (even Aaron said so!). My average pace was 10:20 which was not confidence boosting.
Thanks to a fabulous bacon themed party the night before, we stayed up past our bedtime and woke up late/got a later start than planned, and I ran out of time. I only got in 19.6 miles instead of the 22 I had wanted to run.
Luckily, the course ended at a resort (we’re so clever!), and we headed straight into a massage (slightly ironic that the massage was the cause of my run being cut short). It simultaneously felt amazing and painful. I told the masseuse to let out her life frustrations on my calf, and she did.
But I still hurt.
It isn’t an injury. Nothing is broken. It just hurts. I’m making an appointment with a sports chiropractor (thanks, Beth!), and I’m hoping he doubles as a miracle worker.
I’m able to run, but not fast. I’ve lost 2 weeks of training and my last long run wasn’t long enough to satisfy me (I considered attempting 20 miles again this weekend but I have decided against it). And we are EIGHTEEN DAYS AWAY from Boston.
So, my training isn’t suggesting that I’ll hit 3:30 much less even match my Chicago time (not that I won’t fight to the death to try). But I am excited nonetheless.
My Runner’s Passport and welcome brochure came in the mail this week which was comparable in excitement level to getting my first college dorm and roommate assignment. In just a few short weeks, I’ll be lining up in Hopkington and running this amazing race.
Also, thanks again for all of your kind words regarding the Bataan Memorial Death March! I shared a photo album (from someone else) on the blog’s facebook page if you want a better idea of what that race looked like!
I hope everyone is having a good week!