Remember those kick ass mental miles I was talking about from Sunday? Funny story about those mental miles…
Monday was to be a nice easy 3-4 mile run. Piece of cake! I met up with a new running buddy and we took off at the pace I designated. (If you ever want to make me happy, tell me I get to set the pace of a run. It’s music to my ears!) Within the first tenth of a mile I realized the arch of my left foot hurt. It was a familiar pain, I recall it happening once or twice when I trained last summer. I’ll run it off, I thought.
Half mile into the run and the pain is still there. My stride now has me landing on the outside of my foot. I whine a little to my partner who tells me maybe we should only run once around the park.
Once around? Once around? Once around? I do not do once around. I will make it twice, even if it kills me.
After a mile, I started to reconsider that decision. It was starting to hurt in the bone on top of my foot, I wasn’t running correctly, I had a slight limp. Then my future runs started flashing before my eyes. What if it turns into a stress fracture? What if it swells up? What if it gets so bad I can’t even cross train?
We went once around.
I felt slightly defeated, but once I got home and started walking around and it continued to hurt I decided it was right to stop. I was also convinced I should take a “rest” day. I actually did a spinning/rowing class instead on Tuesday. For the sake of better safe than sorry, I did a spinning and circuit training course today because I could feel my arch getting a little angry during rowing yesterday. Tomorrow is snowboarding, so hopefully it remains not so angry and then Friday I can do a nice 4-5 mile run.
Despite not running, my past two worksout have been fabulous! I brought a USB to class for the bikes and it’s great to track distance, power, RPMs, etc. You know me, I love my spreadsheets and now I can have them for workouts? Win. Win. Win.
It feels great to see how far I’ve come. Push-ups aren’t a challenge anymore. I can do upwards of 20 in a row without struggling. Granted, they are on my knees but it’s better than I used to be able to do. I should challenge myself next time for some real push-ups. Burpees also don’t kill me after the first 5 like they did this fall. I can even beast through 25 burpees with box jumps like they’re nothing. It’s great to finally see progress and even greater to remember to write about it!