What. A. Week. That’s really all there is to say about that. On the running front, it appears I might be over my hurdle in that I can run again, so long as I listen to my body, recover well, and seriously dedicate myself to run-specific conditioning on every single day I’m not running (which is most of them).
Monday: Crossfit (1:00)
Every class I attend, I learn something, which completely satisfies my love of learning. If I had an unlimited supply of money, I would go to college for the rest of my life. I love spending hours in the library, coffee shop, my apartment – you name it – writing papers, completing research, analyzing hours of music… I love it. You can call me weird, I won’t be upset.
So this week I learned how to kip, at least in theory. We practice muscle ups, straight pull-ups, and the little parts to get you to full kipping motion, which I’m so far away from. Following this skill session, we did a partner WOD and I kind of bowed out with some anterolateral calf pain.
The WOD was five rounds of 2:00 work, 1:00 rest. One partner would squat and wall ball to the other partner, who goes into a squat with the ball. After the ball leaves your hands, you burpee. After one round, the front of my shin felt like the muscle was completely giving out. I couldn’t tell you if it was a cramp, weakness, or what but it hurt every time I brought my legs in for the jump up to the burpee. It sucked. I’m competitive with myself and others, so when we’re doing partner exercises or things for time, I feel like I’m taking the “easy” way out because my body is limiting me. I’m not taking the easy way out. I’m just… struggling with weird pains and I don’t want to actually cause a serious injury. I swear, if it isn’t one thing, it’s another.
Tuesday: Rest Day.
I wear my compression sleeves under my pants at work and nobody knows. I feel like I’m a hidden super hero.
Wednesday: Rest Day.
I’ve never gone out on “the biggest drinking day of the year”. I don’t want to deal with the crowds, I run the Turkey Trot the next morning, and the idea of being even remotely hungover on my favorite holiday is unbearable. This year was a little different because my best friend from college was in town, so I went out to the 6th annual bar crawl her brother puts together (it’s friends and family bar crawling, nothing serious). I stayed smart, knowing I had to drive home and get up early, but it still was a late night (2:00am bed time) and I wasn’t exactly hydrating appropriately.
Thursday: Turkey Trot 8K (47:08)
The full race recap was already posted, but in short it was a good, low key progression run and reminder to never run again in my Saucony Mirages (feet and ankles hurt from pounding). I ran with my cousin and it was both of our worst times ever, but what are you gonna do? I felt some weird pains in the same spot where posterior tibialis tendonitis poked its ugly head into my life, but on the right side this time; adjusting my stride made it disappear.
A nice Thanksgiving dinner and some Black Friday shopping rounded out a pretty great holiday.
Friday: Rest Day
I spent most of the day on the couch watching more episodes of Gilmore Girls than I’m willing to admit, but did some stretching and rolling. J and I headed out for some shopping in the evening and dinner at another place in our restaurant jar (The Falafel Bar). Again, we were not disappointed in the choice!
Saturday: Rest Day
Laura came in for dinner as part of our fabulous Bills-Game-Taper-Time plan. A dinner full of carbs (amazing desserts), some adult beverages, and a few more episodes of Gilmore Girls… what else could you need to start off the weekend right?
Sunday: Rest Day
Oof. The Bills game. We headed to the Ralph, met up with some of my coworkers, and later old college friends for some tailgating complete with adult beverages, eggs, steak, and bacon. It sounds like the perfect tailgating situation! Unfortunately, I ended up a hot, hot, hot mess and what was supposed to be a good time out ended up being a royal suckfest. About once every 3-4 years, I have a day where I’m fine drinking and like the flip of a switch, things go downhill and fast. Long story short — we left at half time, I fell hard because my legs and brain weren’t speaking to each other, ended up getting sick outside my car, thought I could “nap it off” (nope), my car battery died, we had to call AAA, Laura had to drive us home, I drank so much Gatorade I made myself sick again, and I was hungover until 2:00pm on Monday. I remember the only other two times that has ever happened in my life: my freshman year (hello three day hangover), and my senior year (the only time I’ve ever drank tequila). It’s always fun making a complete ass out of yourself, right? Not. The good news is now I’m good for another 3-4 years, so if you hang out with me anytime until my 30th birthday, we’re all in the clear! They say runners are the best kinds of friends… if Sunday doesn’t say that, I don’t know what does.
As fun as the holidays are, I’m really happy they’re over. I think that means I’m getting old. I just hate having a routine thrown off. I’m not really great at sticking to routines, so finding one that works and then having a week without it doesn’t do well for me. Hopefully it won’t take more than this week to get back into the swing of things.
I recovered really well from the Turkey Trot. I had no residual soreness besides what you would expect from running the longest distance I’ve covered since February, which lasted until the end of Thursday only. As I was getting back into running, Chris would always focus on how I felt after my runs as the marker of my recovery. Things can feel a little funky when you get back into it, but if you’re still sore and struggling with the recovery after the runs, that’s when there’s a problem. Knowing that 24 hours after that run I felt like I never even ran it? That was better than setting any PR.
Next week’s goals? Just 5 total miles for the week, spread out into 2 or 3 runs.