Last night's run sucked. S. U. C. K. E. D. First mile, awkward, second mile, great, third mile, pain. stopping, trying not to cry, walking, wanting to run, trying to run, back to trying not to cry, walking, very slow jogging home. I got home feeling sad, desperate, and like I might have to drop out of the the Tucson HM b/c I'm not sure I can do it without causing injury.
I had Dr. Luke (not a "real" doctor but he plays one sometimes at home), take a feel of my knee, my gait, my stride, basically everything. He's take - "your knees are creaking, you can feel the tendons when you bend and straighten, it's probably tendonitis from over use. Take your own advice and start taking advil regularly." Huh, maybe I should listen to my husband every now and again.
We're headed to MT to visit our in-laws, newborn nephew, and a litter of puppies. It's also going to be cold and I've been worrying about getting in mileage while dealing with 20-40 degree temps. In light of everything that's going on, I'm going to take the opportunity to not run for a week. Instead I'll focus on walking when it's warm enough, Jillian Michael's yoga, and maybe the elliptical or rowing machine if I can handle it. But I'm going to stop running for a while, give myself real rest (not the, I'll-just-run-4-times-a-week "rest" I've been doing), and reassess when I return.
Cross your fingers and make a sacrifice for my knees.
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