Sad to say, I’ve been a bit lacking in my positive thinking this past week. With 6 days until Salt Lake City, I just can’t afford the negativity… but hey, it happens to all of us every now and again. I started doubting myself and what I was actually capable of accomplishing, and that took me down a very dark path.
It all began with the knee injury at Lake Sammamish. I rested a solid two weeks in hopes that my knee pain would subside, and it did, especially once we figured out what was causing it. But that left me only 3 weeks to come up to par for SLC. Now mind you… I’ve been training steady since last July, so I didn’t think a 2-week break would do any harm. That is, until I actually went on my first run after that little break…
Still, I wasn’t thinking much about it because I was actually running “gentle,” trying to baby my knee and work it in slowly. I didn’t know how my knee was going to react until that first long-run Sunday when I gave it a good stretch. It held up fine… my legs, however, were not so fine. They were feeling a touch fatigued. Okay, more than a touch… they were resisting everything in regards to running after the first mile. And I had the most horrible leg pain at night… twitching, aching… all kinds of stuff going on. One Sunday night, after laying there for 3 to 4 hours twitching and aching, I finally got up at 1 a.m. to take some ibuprofen and magnesium which I had forgotten to take earlier. My compression sleeves weren’t even helping me.
And every run thereafter was more of the same. My legs were tired and I felt as if I had never run a mile in my life. It didn’t stop me from plowing on, but it was causing me some great concern. So much so that I was even contemplating dropping back in SLC to run the 5K as opposed to the half. Jamesy and I discussed some of my concerns, and he felt for my last longish run, I should go out, slow it down just a bit, and then maybe make the decision based on how that run went.
Well, I completed that run today (6 miles). The best news is I didn’t feel an ounce of fatigue in my legs, they felt normal, and they weren’t achy. Score! That brought the spirits up tremendously! And based on that fact, I came home and announced that I would, indeed, be running the half. I’ve never been concerned about my pace or being too slow in the past, and I ain’t gonna start today!
I would also like to thank Jackie from A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales for composing the most perfect positive motivation saying which came when I needed to hear it most. You can read it here. “Don’t let your dreams die…” Nope. I won’t.
With my little personal crisis being over, onward I go. Five more days until my normal freak-out post. In the meantime, please enjoy this little ditty for Jamesy’s Motivational Music Monday. This is Song 2 by Blur, otherwise known as the “Woo Hoo Song.” And just for future reference, when I comment with a “Woo Hoo,” this is exactly how I mean it!!
Have a great week!! See you in Salt Lake City!! Woo Hoo!!