Getting back to reality after the holidays is hard and makes me a little cranky.
Confession: The whole time I was driving to the Y this morning, I was hoping the pool would be closed.
It wasn’t, which meant I had to swim. In previous triathlon seasons, I have pretty much abandoned swimming over the winter only to start back up in March and realize I am back at square one. And believe me, you don’t want to see me at square one with swimming, it’s not pretty. I have made a commitment to swimming at least once a week all winter, and so far I have been sticking to it.
It isn’t easy to swim for an hour in a pool where the water is literally at least 90 degrees. I get nauseous and tired. But I stick it out, remembering that I would rather be warm than cold. I think?
Enough swim talk. Let’s talk about running.
I need to bridge the huge gap in my posting from late September through now. During 2010, I had a love affair with trail running. I couldn’t get enough. I completed my first trail marathon in June, and from there went on to train for and complete a 50k in September. I made it a point to do a long trail run at least once a week. I was running mega-miles and loving it, as I’m sure you can tell by my ecstatic finishers photo.
Fast forward to October. I got the idea in my head to run 30 miles on my 30th birthday, which fell on a Monday (Oct 18th in case you want to send me a present this year). I did so without a problem. Instead of resting my body for the remainder of that week, I kept on-a-runnin’, logging nearly 70 miles that week, including an 18-miler on Saturday that was part of the hubby’s marathon training plan.
Then came Sunday. It was a lazy day, and we had plans to go to a movie that evening. I felt sluggish from lying around all day, so I decided to go for an easy 3-miler before we left. By the time I got home, my knee was in some significant pain. I knew I overdid it, but I wasn’t too worried. I figured I would just take a couple of days off and everything would be fine.
A couple of days turned into 5, then 9, then two weeks, then three. Every time I would try to run, the pain was back, even if only mild. I started to fret that I would never return to normal and be able to just RUN. Dramatic, no?
Luckily I work in a PT clinic, and was assured that my pain was due to micro trauma in the hamstring, specifically where everything attaches to the knee. Every time I ran it would swell, and what I really needed was time off. I cross-trained on my bike trainer and in the pool, and took a Bikram yoga class once a week. I was crabby and pissy the whole time (sorry Steve).
Slowly I was able to start running again, very easy and very short. Because I don’t learn lessons easily, after I had my first few pain-free runs, I got all excited and overdid it again. I committed to only running every other day (for the most part). See? Still not learning.
Last Tuesday the PT put kinisio tape on my hamstring. It was a miracle! It took all of the tension off my knee area, and I was able to run a pain-free 15 miles last Wednesday, and 10 on Friday. I am continuing to TRY and take it slowly, but it’s hard when all I want to do is run, run, run. I am getting re-taped today, and I will slowly wear it for shorter and shorter periods of time, until I am completely weaned off of it.
We are leaving for our annual snowboarding trip to Colorado on Saturday, and since running at high altitude sucks, I will not be doing much of it if any for a week. Hopefully by the time I get back, I will be 100 percent ready to train for Boston.
And now you are all caught up and we are all on the same page.
Would you rather be too hot or too cold?
I hate everything about being cold, except fleece pants and hot chocolate. I would rather be lying in a pool of my own sweat any day of the week.