I never got one, which is becoming increasingly frustrating. Possibly tendinitis, possibly generic “runner’s knee,” possibly even more generic muscle tightness/imbalances, possibly small tears in the meniscus, possibly who knows. About a month ago, my chiropractor said an MRI might help rule out some of these possibilities, but that things were likely to clear up with rest, making the MRI not really worth the time/money. I see him again next week, and I’m planning to ask if he thinks that, given that it’s been two months, it might be time to dig a little deeper into what might be going on.
Wishing all of my spin instructors were Schmidt.
Remember how I ignored my doctor and ran three days in a row? It was stupid, and my knee started hurting again.* Instead of hitting the pool and the bike, I’ve mostly been wallowing in self-pity and crying a lot about the end of my “running career.”
Time to snap out of it. Just wrote myself two weeks of a swim/pilates/spin class plan. Time to take my frustrations out on an dotted black line, a mat, and a hunk of rubber and metal.
*Thinking about asking my chiro if it’s time for an MRI. Fellow injured runners: any thoughts on whether this is worth it? Knee has been hurting while running since March 30.
Two weeks ago, my doctor cleared me to start building my running back up again, starting with 5 minutes and adding 1 minute per run, four times per week.
This is good news, sort of, but according to that schedule I’ll be up to 26 minutes the day I’m supposed to run 15 miles in 24 hours for Ragnar Trail Appalachians. Unfortunately, my average pace is pretty far from 1:43.
Also, I went on vacation and sort of ignored his instructions and instead of running eight runs at 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12 minutes each, I ran one at 10, one at 12, and one at 13.
I promised to be better disciplined (and less reckless, if you can call running 10 minutes instead of 5 “reckless”), but it still doesn’t look like I’ll be pulling my full weight as a Ragnar runner. Hoping my willingness to serve as our team volunteer, pretty up the campsite, and cheer like crazy makes up for it.
Awkward: having your plan to quietly and unobtrusively pick up the free shoes you won for being the first person from your state to register for the marathon you’re no longer running COMPLETELY FOILED by the man who insists on loudly announcing your name over the expo loudspeaker. ”TRAVELING ALL THE WAY FROM CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS TO RUN HER VERY FIRST MARATHON WITH US!” Cue applause.
Except you’re not running—your knee is still injured and your training has sucked, so instead you’re just scamming a free pair of shoes and trying not to cry and wishing that instead of being sad and embarrassed, you were reveling in the goosebumps you were getting from the wholehearted support of complete strangers: strangers who are coming up to you and telling you they saw your photo in the local paper and are so excited to cheer you on during your first every marathon and how cool is it that you came all the way from Massachusetts to run in Michigan and how they were going to make sure you had a good time.
All that to say: should you ever decide to run a marathon, it would appear that Kalamazoo, Michigan is the place to do it.
Stadium stairs FTW.
My decision not to register for any new races until a) my knee is 100% better and b) after Ragnar lasted for approximately three weeks. Whoops.
Keep getting emails about how there’s just “a little more than a week to go!” until Kalamazoo and how the marathon “is getting close!” and where I should pick up my race packet and how the “excitement is really building!”
Doing my best to harness my disappointment into something akin to excitement I can unleash when marathon training (KNOCK ON WOOD) gets tough this fall.
In other news, Dr. Torture says I can start running more than a mile at a time again on May 7, and, assuming all goes well, spend the next month working my way up to enough mileage in time for Ragnar WV in June. Fingers crossed!
Things I learned yesterday:
1) It is possible, though not strictly advisable, to attend one’s first spin class wearing a fancy lace brassiere instead of a sports bra, should said sports bra have been left at home on one’s bed instead of put in one’s gym bag.
2) The spin instructors at one’s gym are named Kate D., Cathryn, Kerry, Kaitlin, and Kate.