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Final Countdown

Well. Not final. To be fair, I might write again before all this is over. I just realized it’s been a few days since my last confession. So, here it it: 12 days to go. 33 miles to run. 2.75 miles a day if I wanted to run every single day. And I want to. But, I have obligations. For starters, I have a date with a certain New England football team on 12/24 in Foxborough. Could you see it? Excuse me, Mr. Brady, but I need to run around your football field 4+ times. Can you delay the game if I get a quad cramp? Um. No.
So, here is the plan:
12/21 6.5 miles
12/22 2.5 miles
12/23 6 miles
12/25 5? I’ll be at my sister-in-law’s for an all day brunch. Think they’ll miss me for an hour or so?
12/26 3
12/27 5
12/28 3
12/29 2

I am still (still!) telling myself I can’t do this. I am still waiting for the epic fail. My legs have been holding up and. And! And, I registered for St. Pat’s! So, there’s that. The game plan after 2016 is this: rest for a solid two weeks. In that time, develop a new yoga & strength training routine. Gradually add the run back into the mix. Sometime in late January-early February start training for Holyoke’s notorious hills. This year I have Millz by my side (aka speedy because he finished the Safe Passage 5k in 16 minutes. Yikes!). He’s never run longer than 3.1 miles and I don’t know his hill strategy, but I do know he’s fast!

Anyway. That’s that.

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What Will You Say?

Ever since I called to make the appointment I have been rehearsing my story. It goes a little something like this:

About a month ago I started trail running. On one run I almost collided with another runner & as a result came down hard on my left heel. It didn’t produce pain nor did it hurt a day after the run. However, a few days later I noticed an “ache” but nothing serious than that. I continued to train conservatively (40 miles over the next 19 days). If asked I would say pain never got higher than a 2-3 on a 10 point scale. I I didn’t worry about it. About 10 days before my half marathon (on 10/13 to be exact) I decided to stop running altogether. I still had the “ache” and I wanted my foot to heal whatever was going on before 10/23. I just wanted 13.1 to go well. Exactly one week later I experienced knee pain like nothing I had ever felt before. Pain to the point I could barely walk. I took the next  day off from work and rested, hoping to feel better by 10/23. I did, but not well enough to run and haven’t run since. That’s why I’m here. Please save my sanity. Please.

What will the verdict be? Did I bruise a bone way over a month ago? Did I fracture something? Is it as simple as plantar fasciitis? (Which, by the way, I have no idea what feels like, despite my Kisa’s diagnosis.) Will I get a boot? Will I get the all-clear to run? Red light? Green light? What will you say?

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My No is Your First Yes

So that wonky left foot I last wrote about? Still wonked. Despite the fact I put in another 37.25 miles since Monhegan I felt it was wonked enough that I should baby it a little before the half mara. A week ago Thursday I decided to stop running for a full week. I figured a solid week off from the run would be all the rest I needed. Really, all I wanted was a gentle three miler on the Friday before the race and I would be good…or so I thought. Exactly two days before my easy three my knee caught on fire. Pain to the point of limping. Out of nowhere hurt. Blindsided by blinding pain. What the hell was all I could think. Seriously. No running for a solid week and then this? I felt betrayed and bamboozled. A cruel joke was in the works. Three days before the half mara and now a knee issue. What the fukc? It was like a math equation completely out of proportion. How could I run almost 40 miles without an issue and then have pain after resting for a week?

On the Friday of the scheduled easy three I found myself taking the day off from work and RICEing my knee. Desperate measures. I had it in my head that this was nothing and like true nothing it wouldn’t exist on Sunday. I have never been a gambler but on this day I was betting the farm I would get better. I was convinced I would still run the half. Until. Until Kisa texted a sad tale. His employee wanted to run the Happy Half but couldn’t get in. Sold out. The only way he could enter is if someone else dropped out. Someone. Meaning me. Drop out. Swallowing my pride I said okay. I didn’t want to think it over. I chose to rip the bandage off and move on. I told Kisa, “Tell Too Tall. My no is your first yes.” Two days later to nail the pain home I went to watch Too Tall finish in my place.

So. The happy ending is this. Me & Myself don’t have a DNS on our record and. And! And, we are registered to run the happy half next year. This time around Too Tall was able to register as himself, and using my bib #, run his first half marathon (finishing in 2:20:14). It’s all good. Although, I’m getting emails about “my” pace and “my” photos but I’m okay with the confusion.

The postscript is I have an appointment for the wonky foot this Friday. I know the song: the ankle bone is connected to the leg bone. I get it. I know the knee pain is because of the foot issue. I’m just praying I don’t get the boot. That’s a first I don’t want!

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Women on the Run

I’ll be the first to admit it. I was scared to run Monhegan. People have broken legs just letting their dogs out for a pee. One wrong step on rocky ground and it’s way downhill from there. I’m not kidding. Three years ago, a friend of mine was airlifted off the island when she suffered a compound fracture in her yard. She was, you guessed it, letting the dog out. We have no street lights. We have no smooth pavement. Most importantly, we do not have emergency services. None to speak of. A friend of mine won’t bring her diabetic husband for a visit in case he has an episode. A simple fall-on-your-ass during a run could turn into an off-your-feet-for-a-very-long-time scenario nightmare. Imagine my embarrassment if I, an island girl (practically a native to boot) hurt myself like that.

It took forever for me to just to simply run on Monhegan. The common act of being seen doing something physical was something to overcome.
It took me just as long to brave the end of every road, to take each one to the very end. Finding twelve miles in a 4.5 square mile area is tough, especially when two thirds of that same area is wilderness.
As time went on I became a better me. Confidence conquered. It was time for me to consider the trails. Take that initial fear and mushroom it into something monumental. I have this playlist of nothing but female artists so with Sia, Christina, Natalie, Alicia, Kelly, Sara, P!nk, Carrie, Adel, Alessia, Katy, Gaga, Tori, Elle, Rachel & ZZ I put on my big girl pants and we became women on the run.

This last trip to the island was 16 miles of gingerly jumping previous boundaries. The time before I ran the wide, flat trails to completion but didn’t feel safe on the more technical trails. This time I wanted more than half way. For those of you who don’t know the geography of 04852 this won’t make a lot of sense, but on this trip I completed

  • an unmarked Lobster Cove to Josh Mostel (via Jamie Wyeth) trail.
  • the Burnt Head (#4) to Underhill (#3) loop
  • Whitehead (#7)
  • Red Ribbon (#9) – my favorite
  • Evergreen (#15)
  • Pebble Beach (the new #14)
  • Alder (#6) sort of…

So. An explanation of Alder. I was coming back from a #9 to #7 loop when I spotted #6. I knew from an earlier hike this would take me to the base of the hill to the cemetery and since I always stopped at dad’s grave on every run I thought I would shortcut through #6 instead of going the usual lighthouse route. Like most of the other trails, #6 was brand new to me and I had no idea how the trail went. I was cruising along, enjoying this last run of vacation. As I said, cruising, but carefully watching my feet as well. The weather had turned damp so pine needles and naked roots were especially slippery and I needed to really watch where I was going; to plan my footfalls carefully. I was watching too well because before I knew it I was on a collision course with another runner. Completely unexpected. In the entire time I have been running on Monhegan I have only encountered one other runner (back in July) and we were both on a very wide and safe path. No danger there. This time this guy was watching his feet, like moi. We were both coming fast. He and I looked up at the last possible second and barely swerved to avoid one another. I found myself jetting down an unmarked? offshoot path. Embarrassingly, I had no idea where I was going at all. Blindly I just continued to run down this unmarked path. Was I still on #6? I had no clue. For once I was lost in my hometown.

I ended up in the backyard of my rental cottage, ironically enough. And even though I wanted to put in another solid mile, I called it quits. The near accident with another runner shook me a little and when I took that serve off the path I knew I came down too hard on my left foot. Something hasn’t felt right since.

But, what has felt right was the desire to go back and tackle more trails. Odd though, trails 2, 8, and 13 don’t exist. Maybe I should make my own?

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When I Left You

Last you knew I had run to the point of heat exhaustion and had lost my cool. Literally. Last you knew I was going to try again Monday.
Last you knew and then nothing.

Here’s the month in review:
The following Monday of promise I ran 8.6 without incident, then another 8.8 on Wednesday. Again, without incident.I finished the week fishing out another 10.5 on the weekend. I think I didn’t write about it because I didn’t want to jinx myself.
The next week after that I ran 12.1 over two days. Must have been a busy week because there were only two runs.The last week of August saw 16.5 miles. Another busy week with only two runs.
August totals = 61.9 miles

Turn to autumn. September. My month of nemesis. This is when things turned interesting. Vermont Maple Leaf Half Mara for the Make-a-Wish Foundation. 2:10:14 and quite possibly the most fun I’ve ever had on thirteen miles. I need to circle back to that story at a later date. So much to say.
The following week was “rest” before Monhegan. 2.7 miles just to say I did something.
Then. Monhegan. Believe it or not, I can’t articulate Monhegan yet. I’m still processing those 16.5 miles. But, I can tell you a funny from just last week. I’m back to running with New Guinea and that is going exactly how you would expect it to go. I’m bored after the excitement of running sea to sea on Monhegan. But, But. But! I found an unexpected benefit to running on the tread. On Monhegan I never pushed myself speed-wise. You wouldn’t want to with all the narrow trails, rocks and roots. You need your concentration so you don’t break an ankle or run into someone else (ahem!). But, on the treadmill you are, well, on a treadmill. No roots or rocks or people or pine cones. When New Guinea and I got back together I simply closed my eyes for the 6.8 miles and let go. I obtained the coolest runner’s high I have ever experienced. I knew the treadmill was good for something!September totals = 56.8

October is a tiny glitch in my right arch. I think it was the new trail runners and a little incident I had with another runner on trail 6 (ahem). And that never happens on Monhegan! I’m nursing the ouch to the best of my ability.
This week is supposed to be 25 miles but I’m going home-home again…
Next week, 30. Third week, another half mara. Final week, 32.
October hopefuls = 100.

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Hot Child

ODAAT – One Day at a Time – has turned into Hell in a Hand Basket…whatever that means. I’m tempted to review my last entry just so I can remind myself where I left off but I will tell you the same thing I told myself. NeverYouMind.

Let me tell you about the strangest run ever. Last Wednesday I was slated for eight to nine miles. I think I told you that much. It was a balmy 91 degrees with 90% humidity. Dripping-Sweat-Standing-Still kind of weather. I knew it was going to be a New Guinea run but somehow I also knew there was going to be trouble. Don’t ask me how I knew because I felt fine for the first six miles. Somehow I knew to grab a wet towel, though. But by mile seven there was a special kind of struggle. I found myself eyeballing the countdown clock, willing it to go faster. Instead, with a mile to go, I slowed down. Like waaay down to an almost eleven minute mile. With four measly minutes to go, I stopped completely. 8.5 miles in 91 minutes. It wasn’t long after that the real fun began. Muscle spasms and twitchiness, chills, dizziness, sweats, and all out exhaustion. Every rib hurt. Every skin cell ached. I asked Kisa to make dinner but by the time he put it in front of me I couldn’t swallow a single bite. Believe me, I chewed and chewed the same forkful because when Kisa cooks it’s heaven. Usually. Not this time. I was in hell. Heat exhaustion. My core temp was spiking and, and. And! Since I had never experienced anything like it, I was oblivious to the issue.
With two days of rest and fluids I was fully recovered by Friday but Kisa refused to let me run again until the humidity had broken…last night. 8.7 in 90. Not a huge difference in performance but the temperature made all the difference.

Best song of the night – Tell Me Where the Wild Things Are by Alessia Cara.

ODAAT – tonight is supposed to be a repeat performance of Monday. Wait and see.

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What Not Now

I started this blog thinking about all the different things I could say. Thirty words into it I wanted out. My heart just isn’t into the details. I don’t want to write about the work renovation (behind schedule), the home renovation (ahead of schedule), the legal brouhaha (my sister will be named trustee), the family reunion (should I stay or should I go?), the overwhelming need to go home (not until 9/18) or even the Olympics which I am glued to every night (except to say I am proud of USA’s gymnastics team).

So I am left with this to say: ODAAT. Last night was a five minute drill – squats and pushups for five minutes. So, it works like this (so you can play along at home, but only if you want to). One squat, one full extension pushup. Two squats, two pushups, and so on and so forth. Ascending reps for five minutes. Stop after those five minutes and take note of your rep count. I only got to ten. But, it must be said – I’ve always refused to do pushups on my knees but after 55 reps my right elbow started to ache. It’ll be interesting to see what tomorrow’s ascension exercise will bring. Will the elbow stay quiet?
In other ODAAT news, I massaged with the stupid stick and did a Rebecca yoga routine that felt awesome. The end.

Today’s ODAAT – I’m shooting for an 8-miler tonight. I’ll do the same thing as Monday: extra warmup before I start really running, 12 minutes of nose-only breathing (an increase of 1 minute from Monday), and a decent recovery yoga routine afterwards. That’s it. Until tomorrow…Just breathe.

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Earn the Respect

I have to earn back my body’s respect. No doubt about it. Injury doesn’t find me because I am a sucker for pain. It’s not like I like getting hurt. The stupidity of it all is that I am a slow learner. I’m in the movie Groundhog Day and wake up to the same injuries run after run and like Bill Murray I need to figure out how to change the outcome. It’s the only way to move forward.

Last night I took Nate Helming’s tutorial video to heart and did everything he asked of me: warmup exercises, one mile nose-only breathing, cadence check every 5 minutes and decent cool down. The end product was a 6.4 mile run that felt phenomenal.

Notes to self: five minutes of warm up running felt odd. I know New Guinea was confused when I jumped off only after half a mile and I could almost hear him ask That’s it? When I returned 15 minutes later I launched into the mile of nose-only breathing. I thought it would be more difficult and was pleasantly surprised to realize I actually know when to keep my mouth shut! What a revelation.

I do know better than to post a week’s worth of training. I learned my lesson the last time. One day at a time is my new motto and in the spirit of ODAAT, here is the schedule for tonight:

  • 5 minutes of ascending squats and pushups.
  • Core yoga with Rebecca
  • Roller

August miles: 6.41

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Sit Down

“Tremble, weave like a moth by flame deceived. Sit down.” ~ Daktari, 10,000 Maniacs.

I have sat down for a full week. Translation – I have been off the run for seven long days. Every passing day has been like an inhumane torture. Starting Monday I could feel my psyche slipping into serious psycho; just knowing I would be down for an indeterminate time. The not knowing was killing. Day by day it got worse. By the time Pearl Jam came to Fenway I was ready to launch myself off the green monster in an attempt to quiet the chaos. Faces more than looked Doors strange and humanity was just a little too close for comfort. I don’t have resting bitch face in this state, I am a resting bitch. Period.

I broke down and bought a massage stick. Black and green, it looks like a bruised torture device. Perfect for my tormented mind because it showed me exactly where to hurt. Two inches up from the ankle bone and one inch back. There lay the rub or not rub because it was too painful.

I am tired of sitting down. I need to be taken from the dunce corner, pretty please. I know I was a bad girl for forgetting everything every friggin’ therapist told me. The words You Are Not a Runner wafted away like grill smoke as I gorged on success. The words You Should Take Up Swimming evaporated like sea spray on sun baked rocks. I forgot all about the tilt of my pelvic bowl, the one leg being longer than the other, the hips completely out of whack, or how crooked is the spine. I talked myself into being as straight as an arrow. In my dreams I am a ruler-fine line. In my mind I am healthy. I’m the patient who stops the medication because I feel cured instead of cursed.

Tonight I will run. I am officially off the training plan. The new plan is simple: Stay healthy. That means running with no set distance. No set pace. No set anything except this: my mind is set on being broken arrow straight.

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Laugh or Cry

This is so funny I could cry laughing. Last week I finally, finally put together a serious training schedule for August 1st – 7th. Remember that? The works: strength training and yoga in addition to the miles. I had it all worked out. Until Sunday. The eve of the Big Plan. One last run before I buckled down. It has turned out to be my last run to date.

Here’s how it all went down. I was supposed to do ten Sunday night. I knew the route I would take and I was psyched for every planned minute. It was the same route I ran a few weeks earlier only then it was 90 plus degrees and blinding sunshine. I had to run with Gregory. This time I had cloud cover and drizzling rain on my side. No Greg. I would be lighter. I was hoping my times would be a little better because the kisa and I had things to do. Remember, this was my last week running just to get it done. Starting Monday I was to devote more time to all things everything else.
Miles 1-6 were uneventful except to say I was having a blast. The rain had apparently scared away the trail tolls and I was pretty much alone for much of the miles. Every step had a quietness behind it. I felt like flying. I was flying. My pace was strong and I was in control of my breath. I could run forever. Except not. In the middle of mile six my Achilles started talking. Murmuring, actually. Barely whispering. Nothing alarming. I said to moi, “that’s odd” but thought nothing more. By the beginning of mile seven the calf joined the grumbling and I started to really pay attention to myself. Now what the fukc? It felt like everything was tightening, as if the muscles were getting shorter and shorter. A vise grip. Calf and Achilles joined voices and complaining turned into all out caterwauling and I came to abrupt halt. I hurt. I could barely walk. Limping and sobbing I called kisa-turned-cabbie. He came in a heartbeat with questions of his own. What happened? Did I trip on the trail? No. Was it a muscle cramp? Not really. I couldn’t explain it except to say I couldn’t run. It’s been four days and I still haven’t.

This is what happens when Ms. Misaligned doesn’t do her homework. This is what happens when she forgets that the run breaks her. For every run I am supposed to afterwards put myself back together again. Each and every time. For every run I am supposed to right the ruination. Yoga. Strength training. All of it. I have done none. For weeks. And. And, And! True story – I have never, ever used a roller stick. Yeah, yeah. I know.
I promised myself I wouldn’t run until I could walk down a flight of stairs and feel nothing out of the ordinary. Today is not that day. Tomorrow might be. With the half mara a little over a week away, Sunday at the latest better be.

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