This has been a weird, weird week for me. This was my do-over week because I was sick last week and only ran two times (on Monday and Tuesday). I felt so good after my all of my runs that it was almost surreal. I got tired on the tempo run, and was bored on the 8 mile marathon pace run on the treadmill (it was too cold to run outside), but other than that, I felt GREAT! I did not do my Friday run, though. I opted to spend that day getting a deep tissue massage and having lunch with a friend. I sort of thought I might get out and do the easy 4 miles Friday evening but I didn’t do it.
I felt so great after my runs this week that I was sort of glad that my cold (or whatever I had) forced me to get some rest. I was ALL OVER THE ‘REST‘ BANDWAGON! Rest is my friend. I was feeling really ready for the long run – as ready as one could be.
So… (Already see where this is going?)
We ran White Rock Lake. It was cold and windy but sunny when we started. It was a beautiful day. I was well rested, had eaten a little bit, I’d taken allergy medicine and Aleve, my clothes were comfortable (except for a little bra issue), I was feeling pretty good about the run.
We started off going too fast but slowed down to a manageable pace after a couple of miles. After about 5 miles, my right hip started hurting a little. Uh -Oh. By 7-8 miles, my left hip had joined the fun. Not good. I kept thinking that I’d run through it. Had the quick start caused this? Maybe this is what happens after not having a long run the weekend before, I don’t know. By 11-12 miles, I was in flat out pain. My hips were stinging. In hindsight, maybe I should have stopped then. I ran until about 13 miles and had to stop and walk. After walking a little bit, I tried to run again but realized after about a quarter of a mile that it was a no go.
I had to walk most of the way from 14 miles to 21 miles. I trotted a little bit here and there as I was able but I was mostly walking. Should I have just quit? I didn’t think so because the pain went away almost immediately after I stopped running. From about 15-19 miles, I didn’t have any real pain while walking. After 19 miles, my left shoulder started hurting, my knees had begun to hurt and I was feeling pretty freaking depressed about the whole situation.
On three occasions during the ‘run’, I had flashbacks from my awful long run in Houston in the heat and humidity when I thought I was going to die. Just like then, I was gasping for air and my throat felt like it was closing in. I’ve decided that part of it was anxiety. When I started to get really upset about having to walk and was feeling like maybe I couldn’t complete a marathon after all of my training, I got a choked up feeling and then the gasping started. When I could get myself to relax and calm down a little, it went away. 😦
After the ‘run’ was finally over, my stomach started to hurt – I mean REALLY hurt. It was terrible. I had to GO so badly… This was a new experience for me – one that I could have done without. In addition to the stomach ache, I became so sleepy that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. We had a little bit of a drive before we could go home and I slept for most of it. I was groggy and just out of it. I’m kind of in disbelief just thinking about it. I don’t know what happened to me. I wish I could do over this do-over…
When I got home, I had another first: an ice bath. Okay, I know it’s an ICE bath, but I was not prepared for how much the cold water would hurt. My feet were screaming!!! After I inched my feet out of the water a bit, I was able to sit semi-comfortably – okay, no…. I was able to ENDURE the cold. I got out after the ice had mostly melted away and got into the hot shower. Did I undo the ice bath? Who knows, but the hot water felt great! After my bath and shower, I got in the bed. Called it a day.
As I’m writing this, I am getting teary eyed. I feel so sad that my ‘run’ was so terrible. What in the world happened to me? I don’t know for sure what went wrong or what to do differently at this point. I found a training program that made sense to me, that I felt was doable and would help me to complete the marathon before they take up the finish line at 6 hours. I still feel like I’ve done the right things for me but I can’t help but wonder if some of the comments that I get about my training might be on target. Well, honestly, there’s only one constant theme for the comments that I get and they goe something like this: “You run too much” “Wow, you run a lot” “That’s a lot of running”.
So, let’s examine this. Yep, I run 5 days a week but each run serves a purpose:
- Monday: slow, easy run just to get out and stay loose – is supposed to be taken REALLY slowly and that’s what I’ve done, they’ve been either 4 or 5 miles
- Tuesday: marathon pace run – to get used to running at the pace that I plan to run during the marathon
- Wednesday: tempo run – to get used to increased intensity/increase anaerobic threshold
- Friday: – just like Monday’s run
- Saturday: long run – to get used to running for a long period of time – increase in mileage of long has been around 10%
It doesn’t really matter whether I run too much or not at this point. I can’t take any of it back.
I don’t know what went wrong for sure. It could have been any number of things:
- I just had a crappy day
- I started off too quickly
- My shoes are still too new
- I hadn’t stretched enough this week
- I didn’t do enough of my strength training this week
- It was all in my head
- I run too much
In the end, I know I need to do what my husband kept telling me on Saturday. “Don’t read too much into the run.” That is so opposite of how I normally react to things – as you can tell from this long blog… I guess I’ll end with this:
What went RIGHT on Saturday:
I covered 21 miles
I didn’t quit.
On the day after the ‘run’, I feel great. Nothing hurts. I’m not sore or stiff.
It wasn’t the marathon.
I got to cheer on some guy who was running a 5K. He was hot on the heals of the guy in first place.
I learned that I can keep going (however slowly) even when in pain. So – if I fall apart during the marathon, I will know that I can keep going for a long time still.
Maybe I’m rationalizing; I don’t know. I’ll try to focus on the positives. This was my very last loooong run and even though it sucked, I need to move on. I’m moving into my ‘tapering’ weeks. Twenty one days til my marathon!
OOPS! BEFORE I END
- Monday: 5
- Tuesday: 8
- Wednesday: 5
- Thursday: rest
- Friday: 0 – was supposed to run 4 miles but I went to the spa instead
- Saturday: 21 – was supposed to do 22 but I just did not have it in me
- Sunday: rest
Here’s what’s up for next week:
- Monday: 3 easy miles
- Tuesday: 6 miles at marathon pace
- Wednesday: 5 mile tempo run
- Thursday: rest
- Friday: 4 easy miles
- Saturday: 14 miles (okay, that’s kind along, but not CRAZY long)
- Sunday: rest