I suppose I should title this piece "where the heart ISN'T" rather than "where the heart IS."
The topic for today's Take It And Run Thursday, courtesy of the good people over at Runner's Lounge, is... Running Injuries and Treatment. First it started as a slight discomfort or something that just wasn't quite right. And then maybe it blossomed into a full fledge injury. Or maybe...it didn't. Tell us what you do to prevent and treat your running related injuries. We are interested in how you use good 'ole RICE and MICE but also interested in the not so traditional methods as well.
It's very timely, given the decisions I"m wrestling with this morning. As you all know, I've been training for a half marathon... it's this Sunday... and I am in pain.
I'm in physical pain from the ankles to toes, and not the kind that comes from a really long run. Because frankly, I haven't run a step since my 10-mile run. I've felt some pain when running for the past month (basically, ever since I started my new job and started wearing uncomfortable shoes every day), and after the 10-mile, things just never quite felt the same. I feel the beginning of plantar fasciitus coming on, and definitely some ankle / acchiles tendon pain on a pretty constant basis, and there is this odd spur thing that keeps disappearing and reappearing (painfully, I may add), on my acchiles.
I'm not one who is very good with ambiguity -- I like to make decisions quickly so that I know how to move on / move forward. I feel like I've been up in the air about this race ever since I went back to an office job and sacrificed my flexibility (note: the lack of flexibility and the necessity to dry my hair every morning are the ONLY things I don't like about my current set up).
I feel like for the past month, I just keep saying "I just want it to be OVER, I just want it to be OVER," and part of that desire is so that I can get back into exercise for the FUN of it, rather than the necessary science of training. I want to get back into "normal" exercise -- an hour or 45 minutes or 90 minutes of walking/biking/running/swimming/rollerblading/yoga/whatever I feel like doing, most days of the week, with no necessary goals or outcomes.
Bottom line? I'm not EXCITED about Sunday. Not one little bit.
But, I'm excited to get back to exercise for the desired goal of weight loss, and frankly, training and endurance running have never done that for me (because I'm starving all the time).
Anyway. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate (Did I mention that I hate?) the idea of quitting, giving up, throwing in the towel, etc. I hate that I won't be there to run with Kat (who is doing a kickass job of training for her first endurance event, BTW), and I hate that I won't get my medal or the knowledge that I DID IT.
But again, it goes back to "Where the heart ISN'T." I've done this before. I've run a half, I"ve run a full, and there will be more in the future, perhaps once my life settles into a bit more normalcy, and I don't feel like I'm constantly cramming things into a too-full, inflexible schedule.
I think it's official, I think I'm out.
(But I will be there to cheer you all on!)
Off and (not) running,