EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED // WEEKEND WORKOUTS
In life, things rarely go according to plan. In fact, I’d be willing to go as far as to say that 90% of the time…things do NOT go according to plan.
That’s sort of the directions thing have been going in since Thursday. Running in 20-30+ mph wind is just a tad bit difficult. Not impossible….just very very demanding both mentally and physically. Even when you’re trying your hardest, giving it everything you’ve got, it can feel like you’re getting no where fast. So, when I found out Friday’s forecast included more of the same extreme windy and extra chilly temperatures, I figured why not just take it as a rest day and run+lift back to back days over the weekend? It’s not like I had any actual plans anyway.
When the wind was still there yesterday morning, (although at a much more reasonable speed), I decided to just take off and wing it. I wasn’t super concerned with getting in my second 5-6 mile run of the week, because I knew I still had today (Sunday) to get the rest of my miles in. No pressure. Just a casual however many mile run followed up with a 90 minute low weight/high volume upper body lift. So, when I ended up running my fastest outdoor 4 miler of 2019…I was a little thrown off. It was chilly. And windy. Plus, I had had a whole 2 alcoholic beverages the night before, which is totally enough to get me drunk these days. Heck, I even felt good enough to go for a 3.4 mile walk later in the afternoon.
At the end of the day, the way I saw it, I had done literally everything humanly possible to set myself up for the PERFECT Sunday Funday.
I worked out, ate a lot of carbs, iced the heck out of my legs, AND was in bed by 7 pm. Oh, and today’s run was sort of a big deal because it was going to be my first run without wrapping my messed up, still bruised and slightly puffy ankle. 6 MILES HERE I COME. Except for the fact that my legs were not in the mood to run that far and the windy/chilly conditions were still hanging around. So, I did what any smart and dedicated runner would do, I adjusted my expectations and decided to go for 5 miles instead of 6. Which, seemed perfectly reasonable and doable despite how not into running my legs were this morning.
I mean, you can’t have every Ariana Grande song in your musical library on shuffle and NOT run a semi long distance…YOU JUST CANNOT! The closer I got to hitting the magical 5 mile mark, the worse I felt. I wasn’t even sweating that bad, just breathing super heavy and dealing with a lot of snot flying everywhere, because apparently Iowa just is not ready for full on spring weather. There I was, 4.8 miles in, nearly there, and I hit the pavement. Hard. And in slow motion. It was one of those falls that probably only last a good 10 or 15 seconds, but seemed to take forever for you to actually hit the ground.
At this point, all I really wanted to do was just lay there and bawl my eyes out.
Everything hurt, there was literally no one around to witness me breaking down, and my stupid glasses decided to break. Yet, the hardest part was having to hit stop on my Garmin watch as I laid on the side of the road, pretty sure that this was the worst fall I had ever taken, even though I hadn’t seen any blood or really physical damage at that point. After what felt like an eternity, I finally decided to get up and drag myself into the gym, crying way too dramatically every painful step of the way. Crying because I had been SO close to getting in 5 miles. Crying because my splits were way too slow and all of this could have been avoided if the sidewalk on that road wasn’t blocked by somebody’s oversized trampoline.
Even though all I wanted was to go home and spend the rest of my day in bed, I toughed it out. Mainly, because I hadn’t had a heavy leg day in 2 weeks and wanted to break in my lifting belt. Each set of squats felt worse than the one before it, and for once I was actually grateful that I couldn’t see myself or my form in the mirror. Of course, when I had to stop at 185 lbs. on back squats and 140 lbs. on front squats, I was ready for more tears and yet another breakdown. I am stronger than that. I know it, the gym knows it, the weights know it, THE WHOLE FREAKING WORLD KNOWS IT.
Now, the real question is, where do we go from here?
By some stroke of luck, I was able to avoid further messing up my ankle. I also didn’t really hurt myself bad enough to take me out of the running game either. And, while some might suggest waiting until day light or running indoors….I call bullshit on both those suggestions. Because, let’s face it, I wouldn’t enjoy running nearly as much in either of those scenarios. Plus, I have fallen plenty of times on shitty roads and sidewalks in broad freaking daylight. It’s not the whole running in the dark thing, it’s the fact that there are just a ton of obstacles when it comes to running outside. I know this, I came to terms with this many years ago. But, it still doesn’t make falling and getting dinged up any less awful.
It sucks. People who block sidewalks or people who act like they’re not going to stop at a STOP sign as you’re running by suck. They suck because they’ve never seen the world or the road/sidewalks from a the perspective of someone who walks or runs. But, life goes on and we keep running outside despite it all, because running is what make life worth living. It’s what wakes me up and gets me out of bed before 4 am. It gives me a sense of purpose and makes me feel good about myself. And, that something I’m never going to give up. EVER.