How long until the marathon?
8 weeks, alas not enough time to heal and to make up the miles I’ve missed. The knee cooperates maybe up to 6-7 miles, on a good day.
I haven’t been around much on tumblr, I’ve been busy mourning my marathon training (and drinking red wine). My knee doesn’t let me run the miles I need and want to run, so with a very heavy heart I have decided to call it a day.
I’m trying to make the best of it, some relaxed, relatively short runs. The picture is from a 7-mile sightseeing run yesterday. And I’ve gotten a YMCA trial membership, i.e. I went swimming today.
There’s always another race.
To eat a second bowl of porridge. Slightly dysfunctional, I know but you find your motivation where you have to.
I’ve got jet lag from hell and my knee’s still acting up. Shit, shit, shit, I need a miracle to turn this around.
P.S. Some belated replies - I was at a conference close to Aspen, which is gorgeous. Next year will be the year of triathlon for me, definitively.
I’m back in London, exhausted. Forced myself to run but only managed 3 miles, next week I’m supposed to run 33. Oh dear.
At least I saw people whisking by on their bikes, it’s the London triathlon this weekend. Looks really cool, maybe next year.
Another short run this morning. Jet lag and conference sessions till 10 pm are taking their toll (and I’m lazy). Ah well, a short run’s always better than no run.
Colorado is gorgeous and my conference is really interesting. But running here is killing me, proper HIIT. Hills and elevation - left me gasping for air this morning. So I only did a short run (which isn’t a bad idea considering my knee), tomorrow I’ll aim for a couple more miles or I’ll go stir crazy from sitting around in around in a lecture hall the whole day.
There’s always another sunrise.
I’ll try to keep this short, no need to for wailing. I set out to do 13 miles before work today, however at my first refuel walk brake I caught myself limping. For the last two months I’ve had lingering knee pain, nothing major. But it has gotten worse lately, I feel it on every run and it steadily increases with every step I take. No good.
So, common sense prevailed and I walked three miles home and had a hard think. I don’t want to decide anything in the spur of the moment. A couple things are clear though, I started this training cycle with the goal to race the marathon, that’s not gonna happen. I’m injured, not badly, but still injured.
I’m going to a conference in Colorado next week, I’ll give myself next week to run mountain trails, no pressure and to see how the knee is doing. Then I’ll decide what to do about training and racing.
There has to be a bright side to this.
Haha, feeling sorry for myself. Can you tell?
No mercy, 7 miles (more or less) at race pace, still muggy, still tired and achey. Suck it up!
4 miles accomplished. I’m pretty stoked, still able to run after the brutal 15 miles on Saturday.
Monday usually is (a well needed) rest day but I won’t be able to do a long run this weekend, so, best case scenario, I’ll do all my runs a day early and run 13 miles Friday morning before work (bwahaha, best case - suure).
Photo proof, I told you I’d get going at the crack of dawn. It’s hot today, I had sweat pooling in my bra after only 1 mile despite the early start, I drank all the water in the camelbak and let’s not talk about the chafing from wet shorts and socks (pro-tip: if you want to head out early search the body glide the night before). I’m not made for summer running…
Still, I ran alright up till almost the end. I overtook some drunk teenagers in the first couple miles and they were really nice. One said ‘go girl, you can do it' and another one 'keep it gangsta’. Awesome! Such a small thing, but it really motivated me. At mile 13.5 however I had to stop at a red light for a couple minutes and my muscles totally seized up. Baby giraffe, my legs weren’t doing anymore what the brain told them to. This has never happened to me before. I’m really glad that it finally eased up a bit and that I managed to finish - gangsta style!