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A NIGHT AND DAY DIFFERENCE // FAST

A NIGHT AND DAY DIFFERENCE // FAST

For the first time since May, I finally feel like I’m back to 100%.

No excruciating hip/pelvic pain during or after running. No need to ice my hips and pelvis daily for hours on end. No fear of taking one wrong step or making one wrong move in the gym. Which, is honestly a weird feeling. For a long time, I just assumed that it was going to be a lifelong injury; something that I would always have to be hyper cognizant of during every moment of exercise. Something, that would always be there in the back of my mind, limiting me in some capacity. This week, however, has proven all of these worries to be false.

Wednesday’s 4 miler was absolutely magical. I felt great, the weather cooperated for once, and I was jamming out to my new playlist the entire time. Never once did I stop to worry about or question whether I would be able to run the distance or whether I was at risk of re-injurying myself. I just ran. FAST. Like, the fastest four mile time in nearly 6 weeks, fast. It was such a gratifying moment to hit the finish line and see my splits reflect just how good I felt physically for the entirety of the run. It also hit me in those post run moments just how much of a difference cutting down to 5 runs a week has made for my recovery and recent progress.

No matter how good a run is, I’m always looking to on up or top the experience on my next one.

Of course, that is completely illogical and can lead to serious problems (like burnout and re-injury) before long. But, I was still on that post 4 mile run high, so I just sorta went with it. And, was just slightly disappointed when I ran 3 miles yesterday in 28 minutes and 17 seconds. I totally understand that it’s easier to run faster paces when you’re running for longer, especially post rest day. STILL, I was hoping for a lot faster time yesterday since I only ran 3 miles. Somehow, I was able to brush it off as no big deal. I choose to focus instead on today’s 5 miler. On, how on earth I was going to pace myself, go the distance, and navigate running in cooler/windier conditions.

The weather never fails to amaze me when it comes to just how impactfull it can be on running form, pace, morale, etc. Then again, my legs were probably just a tad bit tired and hungover from three “fast” runs that they had already ran this week. AKA…today’s run was not one of joy, triumph, or ultra fast paces. It was instead, more of a find a pace you can hold without completely losing your breath and try not to get blown away.

Paces were all over the place and I basically had no clue what I was doing out there. At the start, I was running like I had fresh legs and wasn’t going to tackle a longish distance. I can remember taking off like a rocket for those first few blocks, wondering why on earth my legs weren’t more sore and fatigued. By the the time I had gotten my first few miles in, I knew I would for sure be riding front row on the struggle bus for the remainder of the run. It wasn’t until I got to the final mile, that I felt like I was running anywhere near “fast”

I’m not going to lie and say that this week, so far, has been the fastest and most enjoyable weak of running post injury.

Because, it hasn’t. I ran far faster times when I was limiting myself to running no more than 4 miles at a time and first getting adjusted to my new, far less hillier route. During those September runs, I was regularly running in the 9:20’s and under. Granted, I still dealt with a lot of pain post run and could not miss a day of icing. Still, there is something about this week of running that stands out. Aside from the speedier times, it’s how well I’m handling my cut so far. This whole eating in a caloric deficit 5 times a week thing is tough, especially post workout when all you want is to consume three large pizzas and all the carbs in the world.

However, I can with confidence that I am getting my groove back when it comes to running and feeling sorta, somewhat confident in the gym. I’m not where I wanna be in either respects, but I’m so much closer than I was way back when I was fighting through injury and pain on a daily basis.

DON'T OVERTHINK IT // 6 FRIGID MILES

DON'T OVERTHINK IT // 6 FRIGID MILES

SIGNS, OMENS, AND BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE

SIGNS, OMENS, AND BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE