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Questions of a setback

Running, Training, Uncategorized

Ugh. I had a different post planned for today, but then yesterday happened and I couldn’t possibly not document the event. Negative or not. Yesterday (I can’t even call it morning) I got up at 4:30 a.m.. On purpose. For a run. Are you freaking kidding me? Who the hell’s bright idea was that? Oh right. Mine. What was I thinking? Following Monday’s glorious revelation that I was on the mend, I thought for sure I’d be good to go for Wednesday morning too. But instead of taking it easy, as was initially planned, I thought, well, hey, I could probably get back on with my training program, and seeing as how Wednesday’s run was to be a 60 minute run, 40 minutes of which were at tempo pace (5:00-5:15 min/km) I needed to get up earlier to ensure I’d be back and showered before Little Ring woke from his […]

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On the mend

Running, Uncategorized

I did it!!! I started a run this morning and I finished a run this morning; the first time in 2 weeks I’ve been able to do so. And my gawd, by the excitement that filled my legs, that fluttered through my belly, that heartened my smile, you would have thought I’d have just completed a marathon in under 4 hours, (which, by the way, is a goal) rather than just a measly 4 km at a slower than desired pace. Post-run smiles that would have been even bigger had I not caught a glimpse of those early morning bags under my eyes 😉 But here’s the thing: Two weeks ago, following Jog for the Bog, I was immobile and seriously questioning whether I needed a wheelchair, or at the very least crutches. One week ago, the second I started running, I felt as though I had a multitude of

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Training the mind

Running, Training

As I sit here typing away (with ice on my buttocks) I contemplate the week that was. There was no moping, there were no tears, nor were there questions of failure. It’s been a week since I last tried running, two weeks since I successfully completed a run. But unlike injuries of past, this one did not send me spinning down the rabbit’s hole of depression. Sure, following last Monday’s failed run, there were a few moments of disappointment and anxiety, but honestly, those moments lasted all of a half an hour. In fact, my last blog post, the one all about suckage, was written in my head in that half hour while sitting on a bench outside. By the time I reached the door to the loft, though, those feelings had almost all but dissipated. And yet, I’m pretty sure this has been the most painful, or at the

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Welcome to sucksville

Running, Training

You know what sucks… Waking up at 5 am for a run, and not being able to run. You know what sucks… Squeezing into a sports bra, which, seriously, is no easy task, all for naught. You know what sucks… Fueling up for a run, but not actually running. You know what sucks… Spending a whole week icing, Advilling, stretching, foam rolling, being a good little injured runner, and yet, seeing hardly any positive steps towards healing. You know what sucks… Running 200 meters only to be struck down by the feeling of hammers ferociously pounding down on your pelvis. You know what sucks… The memories of not being able to walk a week prior instilling the fear of the running gods in you and stopping you dead in your tracks. You know what sucks… Sitting on a bench at 5:30 in the morning frantically sending worried emails to your

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Dude, you just got chicked!

Races, Running, Uncategorized

For about 24 hours leading into yesterday’s 10 km race, I was questioning my sanity, and truthfully, I’m still questioning it. There’s no doubt in my mind I was suffering the ill effects of injury; nasty, painful aches in the pelvic/groin region. I couldn’t bend over, squat down, cross my legs, make any sudden movement, heck, I couldn’t even put my socks on without wincing in pain. So what the hell was I doing racing? I told myself over and over it was a cycling injury, not a running injury. Dear Physio, who’s been extremely conservative in the past with me running with injury, would never have given the green light if he thought it bad. And then there was my stubborn, and somewhat insane, side refusing to wimp out. Insert nervous smile here. I warmed up for 20 minutes prior with a 5 minute jog, leg drills, and a

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