So, I did nada last night. And it was good. Won't make for the most exciting post, but hey. I did no further damage. Went to bed early, with an ice pack strapped to my chest. Good thing I'm single, huh?
This morning, I can breathe, turn, move. Still some pain in my ... serratus anterior, but nothing like yesterday. (And yes, I diagnosed myself. As usual.)
So, I'll see how I feel tomorrow at 0400 hours, decision time for the 18-mile-run.
I usually consult my friendly neighborhood expert in equivocation (a statement that is not literally false but that cleverly avoids an unpleasant truth) before my longish runs, and it never fails that she comes up with a way to wrap my head around a long run so that it doesn't totally freak me out.
Today was no different. Here is how a. maria suggests I tackle tomorrow's 18-miler. Enjoy!:
well, there's the obvious breakup of 6, 6, 6... but since thats the number of the devil, i don't suggest it!!
here's what i'm thinking.
18 miles is rough, no matter how you dice it. so, to get a big chunk outta the way, and fast...
6. right outta the gate. a 10k. you've already established this is a good distance for you, and by the time you're done... you're 6 miles in.
then, 5 more miles puts you past half. 11 miles in... thats substantial. you can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
so you want your last few mileages to be small.
say.... 4 miles? 3 miles?
so you break it up into 4 sections. 4 manageable sections... none of which have to do with the other...
horrible 5 mile run? SO WHAT!! you're not on that run anymore. now you've got a 4 miler. 4 miles.. 12 minute pace... 48 minutes of running...
you start out with a 10k. something a little longer, but... its an 18 mile day, so... you gotta get distance in somewhere. and every next batch is shorter than the first.
and then, next thing you know, you're looking at a half hour of running (+) to finish you out for the day and then YOURE DONE!
bada bing bada boom. 18miler.
Little Miss a. maria never fails to bring it on home.