>Well, it was all going rather well. I ran my first 20 miler last Wednesday, as a progression run (also a first) and felt strong and happy throughout. I eased off with a 6 miler on Thursday and another easy 6 on Friday. And then – out of the blue – knee pain. Yes – you groan! You’ve been there before, and so have I. I took the weekend off and went in to see my osteopath on Tuesday. He’s not overly concerned – tight and tired quads have affected the tracking of my kneecap and he seems to think rest will do the trick. Humph. I’m now on day 7 (and yes, counting) of my “rest” and it’s not where I wanted to be.
|how to waterproof your garmin before your 20 miler|
|running fuel – maybe not the best but it tasted great!|
But something is different this time round. I have had injuries like this in most training cycles. I have trained through them and taken time off and I’ve always come out the other end. Jonathan has been treating my knees since my very first marathon and has this crazy memory for how tight my legs have been in previous training cycles, and he’s not worried. What’s different is that I’m just not as antsy about this injury as I’ve been in the past. (I’ve only googled it for 5 minutes people!). I’m assuming that I will soon be on the road again, I’m seeing him today and will find out what he thinks. Due to last year’s experiment with cross-training I will get myself in the pool and on the bike – carefully – this weekend – if I can’t run. I think that if I can just stay active in the next week, I will be able to cope mentally with the fact that my training has suffered a setback.
Also – life is busy. My two kids are on holiday this week and next, I’m working part-time and some home renovations are finally coming together. I have been using my time off the road to do things I had left aside. We were in Dublin last weekend with my daughter (the city will forever, despite what I say here, be associated with the injury) and I’m off to London next week with my son. There’s plenty of distraction.
|fun in Dublin despite my injury|
It’s weird. I’m not even having panic attacks about my projected time in Boston and slipping away from my goal. Maybe the BAA’s convoluted new entry system for Boston has been a help. I’ve got a funny feeling that the speedsters (20 minutes faster than a BQ, anyone?) will fill up the marathon long before people like myself (13 seconds to spare) get a chance. And I’m fine with that. I guess they had to figure out a system to deal with everyone who wanted to run it. In my view, they’ve lost something essential in this process – the BQ is gone, people – you need a BQ – 20 minutes now – but, whatever. I qualified fairly and squarely to run in THIS year’s race, my hotel is booked, my flight is booked, my kids are psyched. I have been busting a gut for my coach, and I will continue to do so when I’m able to. I have been loving, loving, loving this training. Who knows? All might well be fine on the day. And if I’m not on top form, I’ll still be in good shape to soak every bit of this wonderful, amazing marathon that I’m lucky enough to be able to run. Will I ever qualify for it again? I really don’t know. Do I care? Not really. The world is full of great races and great marathons and fun experiences to be had running with friends and running buddies. Boston’s a HUGE notch on my running bedpost, but there are others I still want to run. And other blogging buddies I still want to meet.
I was reading a really moving post by Amanda recently about her frustrations about her injury and I can relate to a lot of her feelings. But one key phrase in her blog really stood out – and it’s what I’m working on this year. Don’t compare yourself to others…Be the best YOU you can be. It went through my head when I got out of the pool on Wednesday (1400m – it felt hard!) and I saw this 25 year old standing by the side of the pool in her bikini in her amazing body. In the past I would have hidden in my towel, but I made myself walk past her, chanting to myself “this is my body and I love it”. Nuts, maybe, but it worked. Too much of the past 39 years have been wasted comparing myself – physically, mentally – with others and it’s a useless exercise.
I will be at the starting line in Hopkinton and run the very best race I can run. And I hope to see you out there!