Saturday, November 18, 2006
10 Miserable Miles
Lest you think everything is cupcakes and precious moments over here at Not Born to Run headquarters, let me set your mind at ease.
Just as my glorious victory at the Marine Corps Marathon was slowly fading into sepia-toned nostalgia, this morning's run hurled me—literally—back into reality.
The first week post-marathon I ran zero miles. The second week I ran 3 and 4. This, the third week, I ran 5 on Monday, then on Thursday I ran (barely) 3 on the treadmill (while gasping and swooning the entire way like a character in a Jane Austen novel, well, minus the treadmill), and 5 on Friday. So today, Saturday, I put 10 on the agenda.
And my lovely and clever coach said "Yes, please do 10 miles. You should still have plenty of conditioning in you to do 10."
So, I suited up at 7 a.m. (38F) and with my headache still firmly in hand (day three on the headache) off I drove to Georgetown to the end of the Capital Crescent trail.
I was out of Gu, so I brough half a p.b. sandwich with me, just in case. There was water along the trail so I felt relatively certain I wouldn't perish. And yes, I ran fully plugged in, and listened to two full episodes of Pheddipidations. So there.
My head hurt. But I soon forgot about that because that little niggling ITB pain at the top outside of my right thigh? Turned into a giant ITB pain. And moved around to the inside of my right thigh. And that little pain on the bottom of my right foot? Well, I was sure I had plantar fasciitis.
And then I got to mile two.
And that was how 10 miles went by. I literally cannot believe I ran 26.2 miles. Or 11. Ever. Everything hurt like hell. By mile 9, I remember thinking: Huh. So this is what calf cramps feel like. (I'm leaving out the gross bits.)
I was going to regale you (and myself!) with the sad stats, but I see that my trusty Ironman Timex has cleverly wiped out all of today's miles. I do know I had a few 14 min miles in there. I guess the good news is that I finished. Right? And the bad news is that I am chafed in all the worst places, my right foot hurts and my ITB is acting up. And I still have this &$@!# headache.
I hate precious moments.