I should be celebrating!
It’s Pi Day!
I got the promotion!
I found a nickle doing laundry!
And I’ve been running distances that I never thought possible!
So, YES! I should be celebrating!
But I don’t wanna.
My run this morning knocked the wind right out of my sails, and I’m scared.
It all started on Tuesday. For the second day in a row I ran 8 miles. By the end of that run, I could feel a twinge in my right knee.
I NEVER get knee pain! So I pushed it to the back of my mind – even when it twinged going up the stairs. I figured I would have a full day of rest on Wednesday for it to get better.
And it did get better. When I started out early Thursday morning, I felt really good! I had only planned to do 8 miles, but my legs felt so good that by mile 2 or 3 I considered going a little further than 8 miles.
By the time the App Lady announced my fourth mile, I was feeling the twinge again. And by mile 5, it was a full blown hurt. I stopped for a little while to stretch my calf. It worked for about a 1/2 mile before I came to the conclusion that I just better stop before I do some real damage.
I had two miles to walk to get back home. and I went as fast as I could. I was mad. I was sad. And I was freezing. (I was dressed to run in 30 degree temps – not walk.)
The whole way home, I thought about what may have caused it. I’ve been fairly good about eating right, staying hydrated, resting between runs, pushing myself just enough but not too much.
I have noticed recently that my left foot has been kicking my right ankle while I run. Makes me wonder if I’m running a little differently. I also know that it’s probably time for my third pair of shooz. Or maybe it’s because I’ve been a little lazy with my stretches the past couple of runs. I don’t know. I’m just mad.
I took my frustration out on my floors. They’ve never looked better. Then I headed to the kitchen and scrubbed it from head to toe.
And I still just want to sit and pout about it all.
I’m trying to remain strong mentally, and stay hopeful that with a few more days of rest (ugh) it’ll start to feel better. But the little girl in me is pushing her way out.
Perhaps a little blog juju will work. Send it quickly, wouldja? I entered a 10 mile run on March 23 as a kickoff to the half-marathon. That’s only 9 days away. And if you have any knee advice, other than rest (shiver), send that along too.