Training Pause…

f1dc2cad6b36e8f3277d9e224ea19561I ran a 5K last week.  I didn’t even have a race report, because I went to bed that day.  And slept.  In the days before the race, I lifted (without gloves) in the gym…(I’m sure this is where I got the virus)…and then swam at 6am in the gym pool the day before the race.  Sunday came, and I didn’t even get online.  Since coming home Monday, I’ve hacked up a lung (nice visual), and am still sick.

I’m on an inhaler, antibiotics, cough drops, aspirin, Mucinex (had to stop that due to a weird rash), and water. And, I’ve been there for 8 days.

No running, no gym.  In the old days, I would have sucked it up, laced up, and got out there.  Then look for sympathy for something I did to myself that was so stupid…

Today, I head to the gym, for some light walking on the treadmill, try to lift a few weights.  But.  If it doesn’t work out, I can’t beat myself up with my old runners’ head.  This time, I’m smart.  And, I know that I will feel better at some point.

In the middle of a training program, some drama must certainly fall.  Whether it’s being sick, or some life changing event, we simply must deal with it the best way we can.  So I write the letter S (for sick, not rest) on my plan…for 8 days.  To signify that sometimes, life hands you the cards and your little plans take a back seat.

I hate when that happens.


determination, dedication, self-discipline, effort

There comes a point in every marathon training where my head kicks in and says, “What are you thinking?”  It’s somewhere in the middle, when I have lots of days behind me, and lots of runs in front of me.  My head starts barking at me with old noise.  The chatter that says, you should have taken this road or you shouldn’t have done that.   You’re old, and you’re never going to bq at this rate…blah blah blah…

Except.  Not this time.  This time, I’m clear about what I have to do, how much I’ve done, and how much more there is to do.  I’m incredibly confident.  I am imagining a PR in San Luis Obispo.   And, it’s not some wish.  I am working, and it shows.  15 pounds gone, 330 miles run since January.  I am doing the work.

So…on Tuesday, when I was feeling these aches, I should have simply gone to the doctor.  Because, I knew.  I knew that above the neck, you can run…below the neck, not so much.  You can read about running sick here.  I knew this.  However, my symptoms were up above AND in my chest.

I finally went to the doctor today, when I should have gone on Wednesday.  The doctor said I have an upper respiratory infection, and I need 10 days of antibiotics.  I am not to run until 48 hours have passed with medicine.

On the one hand, I’m irritated that now I will have lost 40 miles on the training.  On the other hand, there’s something about a doctor saying YES you can run, or NO don’t run, that sort of legitimizes the condition.  It’s having a medical note that says, “she’s not faking this!  I’m a real doctor, and I diagnosed this.”

It’s gorgeous here in NORCAL.  So yeah.  I’m not thrilled about not running.  But.  Tuesday.  48 hours from now.  I will lace up and get out there.  I’ve lost a week, but gained some wisdom.  I can’t wait to run, and I’ve not felt this for awhile.  I still can nail my goals.  I have 3 16 milers left in this cycle, and I will be fine.

I don’t have to live out my history.  My imagination is on fire, and my goals are very much in reach.

i’m fine i’m fine i’m fine

I got some weird flu on Tuesday night, ending me achy and tired on Wednesday.

I had a long run Wednesday, so I figured, well, I’ll do it Thursday.

Thursday came and went.  As has Friday.  Each day has brought a spate of symptoms.  First the sore throat, then that left only to be replaced by sneezing.  That left, and then.  Sniffles.  All through the week, the aching and general feeling of malaise set in.

I’m not stupid.  I know that I will not lose the power that I’ve gotten from 12 weeks of Hanson training.  I know that my quads will not go soft.  I do know that if I continue to eat like I’ve been training, however, I will gain weight.  So.  Starve a cold or feed a fever?  I have no idea.  All I know is that I want carbs.  Lots of carbs.

When I’m sick, all I want is someone to take care of me.  Harley Guy is 100 miles away, and My Mom is more than that.  I’m 53.  I should know how to take care of myself.  But I tend to get all needy and whiny.

That.  Plus, I’m not running.  I’m trying not to panic.   Really I’m not.

why i love leap year and wall calendars.

Today was a planned 16 mile run.  I went to bed feeling like something was going to beat me down, and by 5am that feeling was confirmed.  It’s a sore throat, but achy all over.  It’s not sneezy breezy, but just general can’t drag my body anywhere because there’s lead in my legs.  And, not from running.

Today is Leap Year.  It’s the day that women get to propose, but only if you’re Irish, *so I’m told*…but it’s the cancellation of a run day.  An LSD run day, which is SO important.  If I missed a run in the old days, I would try to shove those miles in somewhere.  I would panic until the miles were “made up” after an illness.

However, much like missing work, you have some stuff to catch up on, but you really have 80 emails that don’t even really apply to you anymore, so you do the best you can with today’s tasks, and keep on doing the next task that comes your way.

So it is with today.  I will rest until I lose this bug.  If not today, then tomorrow.  Because.  I know in Marathon training, if you aren’t listening to your body now, you won’t be listening at Mile 20.

Oh.  And I love my $2 wall calendar.  Those numbers circled?  The miles I ran each day.  Pretty proud.  140.41 for the month.  2 months until the marathon, and I’m right where I should be.

Leap Year couldn’t have come at a better time.

marshmallow pie.

I got this really odd email a few weeks before the LA Marathon.  It was from a representative of K-Swiss.  Or so it seemed.  A Turner PR representative told me to stop by the K-Swiss booth during the expo, and they would send me a pair of shoes.

Well, I did that…sorta hung around the joint, and really didn’t know what to do.  I left, thinking nothing of it.  She had assured me that YEAH, they were sending me shoes, and I’m like um, yeah.  I’m sure you are.  (have I mentioned that I’m a suspicious type?)

Today, they came to my house.  Black. Pink Neon.  I slipped them on, and felt immediately like a little slice of heaven was enveloping my feet.  Like walking on marshmallows, as some customers on the website proclaim.  I haven’t taken them off.  Due to the issues I’ve had with running since the marathon, I just haven’t found a shoe that feels so comfy for pre and post run.  Flip flops in the Summer are bad bad bad, and heels don’t cut it.  With plantar fasciitis in my left foot, and a few toe problems, I really need a shoe to kick around in that won’t compromise my run.

I’ve found them.  Marshmallow Pies.  Very reasonable, $75, and I thank K-Swiss for getting these to me!  I love them!!  

2 years. $45 Million.

I cannot believe Spring Training games have started, (we lost, natch)and Manny has just received this offerThe first game was today.  Where was he?  Discussing his options.  It’s going to be a long year, if there hasn’t even been a deal yet. 

I am not amused.  Love Manny, but stop the Prima Donna posturing, and get with the game.

On another fine note, I have a small tear in the arterial tendon of my shoulder…often known as Rotator Cuff Injury*.  Now, everyone who knows me knows that I lifted weights a little bit several years ago.  Now, I just run, and due to this cold/cough/flu/bronchitis-y thing, I haven’t run in a week.  I don’t even use my shoulder!  For anything!  I barely lift…the garbage cans!  I mean, that’s what I had sons for, right?  So what is this odd pain that has me popping Aleve like it’s candy? 

The rotator cuff consists of muscles and tendons that hold the shoulder in place. It is one of the most important parts of the shoulder. The rotator cuff allows a person to lift his/her arms and reach up. An injury to the rotator cuff, such as a tear, may happen suddenly when falling on an outstretched hand or develop over time due to repetitive activities. Rotator cuff tears are also due to aging

Oh my.  It’s only just begun.