ONE STEP AT A TIME
Running 8 miles this morning was nothing short of brutal. And with 39 miles in for week 10 of half marathon training, I'm starting to realize that brutal may actually be the new normal. The heat/humidity is clearly not going to go away any time soon. My pelvic pain is probably here to stay for the time being, but I will still try icing and alternating between long/short runs every other day to at least try to get things back to "normal."
One of the biggest takeaways I had from today's run, is that it really is about taking things one step at a time. Yes, it makes a whole lot more sense to focus on one mile at a time. But, when you're really hurting, really struggling, a mile might as well be 25,000 miles. And that is exactly what I encountered as I neared the 4 miles mark of today's run.
I was doing everything right on paper. Positive mantras, good form, pretending to run with my best friend, starting out slow and not absolutely destroying myself on the hills. It should have been hard, I was completely expecting hard given the temperature and way things have been going lately. What I wasn't expecting, was for the pain to spread all the way down my tail bone + combine with side stitches + heavy legs and buckets of sweat.
I had no choice but to make every promise in the book to myself. This would be my last long run for "awhile." I would for sure take the first 3 days off this coming week from running completely. I didn't give two fucks about pace, all I wanted to do was finish strong. I could not go one more step...let alone 4 more miles.
Well, that last one was for sure a big fat lie. But, at the time, I was so consumed by pain and exhaustion; that I honestly thought I could not go one more step. So, the minute my watch hit 4.0 miles I stopped for a gel break. And of course to take off my cut off because I NEEDED a sweat rag. Boy, nothing even compares to how good that citrus gel tasted. Or just how good it felt to have one pain free moment. To just stop and breath.
After I had sucked down half of my magical goop, I was off again. Now, feeling better. Not perfect, but like I at least had hopes of getting closer to 8 miles than I had thought was even possible just 5 minutes prior. By the time I hit the 6 mile mark, I knew things were going to be okay. That there was at least a light at the end of the tunnel. One trip up and down main street, a spin around the twisty trail, and I should be good.
Welp, I neglected to factor in the fact that lap 1 down 11th street was cut short by like 1/2 mile when I had my little "I can't run one more step" meltdown pre gel. So, the last 2 ish miles of my run weren't so short and sweet. It was a lot of running in circle, and just focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. Thankfully, there was like zero traffic today. So, no real need to freak out over running 4 miles in sports bra...which is like A LOT OF MILES!!
Oh I almost forgot about my almost fall at the start of lap 1. It was a real hummdinger!! Aka I was probs going to fast coming off the downhills and turned to sharp and almost twisted my ankle in this hole in the side walk. To be fair, the side walks could definitely be less shitty. But, i do run the same route everyday, for lap 1 at least, so this should not have been an issue. By some miracle, I didn't fall. Or even really stumble all that much either.
Here, I was, convinced this near fall was nothing. Confident that I had gotten off scott free. Well, let me tell ya, when it was time to squat today during my leg workout...I quickly found out that that was SO NOT THE CASE. My left outer quad was all sorts of sore. So, I guess you could say training + the weather got the best of me this week. Which, I am fine with. Because, guess what? I'M THE REAL WINNER CAUSE I CAN RUN ALL THE MILES IN A SPORTS BRA AND NOT GIVE A CRAP WHAT ANYONE THINKS.