Well, it had to happen eventually. The past two weeks of training have been a complete disaster thanks to some self-destructive behavior.
About two weekends ago, I had a pretty decent long run of 18 miles. Pretty much right on pace. Not too sore even though I had been running in my Newtons for only a week at that point. The next day I felt fairly sore, but I was able to tolerate my recovery run of 30 minutes with 10X100m strides. My right thigh was already smarting at this point, but I figured that was part of the experience.
The day after that, it was time for 10 X 4 minute intervals with 3 at marathon pace and then 1 under. I was tethered to work that day, and since I had slept in, I decided to put that run in on the indoor track. The same indoor track that is eight laps to the mile. This was the final straw.
While I made it through that work out fine, the next day I was limping worse than a one legged sea captain in a termite convention. Even worse, I couldn’t run. At all. I took a day off and then tried to get in an eight mile easy run. I quit after .5 miles. It had finally happened. I was injured. Naturally, I tried to take a few days off, but my type A personality made that hard. I put in two rides and kept swimming, thinking the different leg work would ease my injury out somehow. Unfortunately, this was of no avail.
About a week after the injury started (earlier this week), I was finally feeling able to run, so I gingerly hit the track and made it around okay for half a mile. As it was another interval day on the schedule, I immediately went into 2 min at marathon pace and then 2 min at 7:40. I repeated that ten times. This is the definition of insanity. (caution, awesome yet profanity riddled epic monologue from Far Cry 3 lies behind that hyperlink)
The next day, I was even worse than before and barely able to walk. At that point, thanks to a family and co-worker group intervention, I took 4 days completely off from everything. No running. No cycling. Barely any swimming. Taking for granted that my audience is all stubborn triathletes, I think you can appreciate that taking this many days off made restarting the government look as easy as hitting CTRL-ALT-DEL.
But I certainly needed it. I was still limping terribly two days ago. All the pain is centered along the medial aspect of my right thigh, consistent with an injury to my vastus medialis muscle. From my readings, this muscle is injured when making sharp turns while running. You know, like someone make 32 right hand turns per mile on an indoor track. FACEPALM.
Today, full of calories, sweat, and anxiety, I was so close to going nuclear that Kim Jong- un invited me to North Korea for some basketball. Fortunately, my leg was feeling the best yet today, and I finally laced up the shoes with the wife. It still hurt setting out, but things slowly got better as I made it through 3 miles total. And I mean slow; average pace was 11:15. Still, I was happy to be moving at all, and it is was a beautiful sunny day in the valley.
So, here I am about 5 weeks from the marathon and nursing an injury still. I have missed two long runs. At this time, my goal of doing a 3:30 marathon seems far off. My goal is now to just show up, and then finishing under 4 hours. My coach is going to be working with me this week to reassess my schedule. With some luck and self-control, hopefully I can make it to race day yet. Who knows, maybe I will still muster a big Beldar type surprise….
Posted on October 20, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged black hole, cycling, definition of insanity, Far Cry 3, injury, ironman, North Korea, running, Seattle Marathon, swimming, triathlon, vastus medialis. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.