Here’s my update on my training this past weekend.
Saturday’s run was my first run in the double digits in 9 months. How pathetic. But I just haven’t had it in me to run and when I do, it was short and sweet. But I’m trying to get some half marathons under my belt this year and I need to get my butt in gear.
The route we ran included a lot of old residential neighborhoods that had crappy snow-covered and icy roads. The sidewalks were pretty clear of snow but the sidewalks are unbelievably uneven due to tree roots and uneven settling. So my options were to take my chances on the snowy/icy roads or the uneven sidewalks. I decided to go with the uneven sidewalk. That was not the right decision.
Four miles into my ten-mile run I tripped on the uneven sidewalk. I’m a foot shuffler so I barely pick my feet up off the ground when I run and this makes uneven sidewalks very difficult to run. And because I was out of practice with this type of running condition, it didn’t take me long to fall victim to the hazards that were waiting for me.
Even though I run so slow, it’s amazing the velocity I can pick up while launching myself forward at the pavement head first. I started my fall at the beginning of a single-lane driveway. I someone managed to traverse the whole lane in two giant steps. Normally my little baby shuffle would probably have required about 6 steps before I got to the other side. But when you’re trying to catch yourself, it’s amazing what the human body will do.
On the other side of the driveway from where my fall started was a patch of snow and I remember thinking, as this was all happening in extreme slow motion in my mind, that if I could somehow make it to the snow bank it would brace my fall much nicer than if I went down hard on the cement.
In my haze to land on the soft snow, I failed to factor in the other danger lurking ahead in the snow bank. A big solid, wooden fence post – with a very sharp corner. My forehead was on a direct collision path for this sharp corner and I didn’t even realize it. Because I was more concerned with breaking my fall and hoping to land in the snow, the post was never on my radar.
After I took my two giant steps across the driveway I ended up landing in the snow just shy of the post. I probably came within an inch or two from landing head first into the pole. I didn’t realize it, but according to Brian – who saw it all go down and couldn’t believe how lucky I was that I missed the post – said I ducked away from the post at the last second. Which is good because it probably kept me from knocking myself unconscious.
Needless to say this shook me up a bit. But after a minute or two of re-assessing the situation and making sure I didn’t hurt anything more than my ego, I started running again.
And that’s when I realized I did hurt something more than my ego. My two giant steps – which is not normal for my little legs – caused a pretty good hamstring pull. And it was on my right leg, the one that I’ve already been concerned about because of my sciatic pain that’s been causing me all kinds of problems.
Well, great – another 6 miles on crappy roads with a pulled hamstring – this should be just fricken peachy! Nice way to jump back into double digits.
I managed to finish the run without doing any more damage to myself. But the pulled hamstring is still pretty tender. I skipped my run on Sunday and decided to cross train instead because I knew there was no way I could do even a short run without being in a lot of pain.
I’m so pissed. I haven’t been able to run on this leg all year without being in pain and now I have to go and add to it?!? I’ve been trying to make it better – and with one fall – I made it that much worse.
Because my leg is so bad right now, I’m holding off on signing up for spring half marathons. I just have no idea if I’ll be injury free enough to take on a half in spring and I don’t want to sign up and then feel obligated to do it, even if my leg is still bad. I have a two-person marathon relay on the docket for June. So I’m aiming for that race, other than that, I’m not sure what spring races I will do. This damn leg is holding me back!
As I mentioned I cross trained on Sunday, I did the elliptical and the bike at the Y. And after those activities, it was time to get in the pool again.
My goal for my pool time was to learn to start breathing to the side and turning my head to breathe compared to picking it up in front. I had been doing so well the past 5 times in the pool with breathing and doing laps that I thought it was time to take it to the next step. Side breathing. Or as other people call it… breathing correctly!
I did one or two laps breathing forward and then it was time to start turning my head. I knew I wasn’t at a point where I could actually move and do this so I decided to start by hanging onto the side of the pool and just breathe and turn. Breathe and turn. Breathe and turn. I had watched a few how-to videos on YouTube and they made it look so easy. In reality, it’s not. And instead of breathe and turn, it was more like breathe, turn and then stop and swallow all the water I just took in. Breathe, turn, stop, swallow, swear and whimper.
Man, how can it be so different? I mean the concept should be the same, right? Breathe in and then breathe out. Breathe in again and then breathe out again. But nope, that’s now how it worked for me. I was getting water in my nose, I was swallowing a crap load of water and in general the sensation of turning my head to the side was making me a bit dizzy.
I tried not to quit right away. I gave it the ol’ college try. I even tried breathing – unsuccessfully – from both the right and left side. Brian suggested that since I’m just starting out, it may not be a bad idea to try to get comfortable breathing from both sides. And while I can tell that I’m definitely more comfortable doing it to my right – which is my dominant side – I figured since I’m not doing it correctly anyway – why not do it incorrectly from the left as well as the right.
I think I stayed in the pool for another 5 or 10 minutes before calling it quits. I was pretty disappointed as I got out of the pool. I had been hoping it would go better and would be easier than it was. I felt like I had made such good progress the past week and I guess I just got cocky and was assuming I’d be able to do this too.
Oh well, one step – or breath – at a time I guess. And while the step may be a limp due to a pulled hamstring and sciatic pain and my breath may include swallowing more water than I should… I can’t say I’m not trying!
Until next time,
Gotta run (or swim)