I’m so glad my sister had a good last long run before this weekend’s race. I, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. My 8.5 miler yesterday was fraught with problems from the start. It’s not like I expect to PR in this race, like I did in my last half marathon in February, the Colonial Half, but I wouldn’t like to totally suck! A lotta shit–mostly involving my knee–has gone down since that last race and I just haven’t prepared in the same way.
Remember how I changed up my training the week before the Colonial Half and instead of running a 16 miler, I did 3 10-12 mile runs (including the half)? Yea, that helped me kick ass during that race.
Remember how I got an amazing night’s sleep before the Colonial Half, and how the great the weather was (not to mention I was finally not sick for once!)? Yea, that helped me kick ass during that race.
Remember that whole craziness with my Orthovisc reaction in the whole month of April? It definitely set me back and for that reason I probably won’t kick ass during the race this weekend. Not to mention, it’s supposed to be 90 degrees on Sunday. Talk about unfavorable conditions!
But I set out on my last mid-distance run yesterday with high hopes for a good run that would give me some confidence going into the race on Sunday. What I got instead was one of those duds, where everything seemed to go wrong (I was really hoping for one of these great runs where everything feels effortless!). I finished the run no problem, but there were some issues:
It was storming but I chose to go out anyway (I needed to get it done yesterday and couldn’t wait until today because I need to give my legs 3 days to rest!). Needless to say I ran most of the time in the pouring rain, which wasn’t that bad except for that my shoes had puddles in them for 5 miles of the run.
By the way, how amazing is this house that was just built along my running route? Love it! If you by any chance happen to live here, sorry you saw me creeping outside your door to take a picture
Where was I? Oh yea, I got soaked
At least I was smart enough to wrap my ipod shuffle in a plastic sandwich bag before heading out (let me tell you, it’s an easy and cheap way to protect your electronics while running in the rain)
Around mile 5 I started to feel a twinge of something…something….AWFUL. It could only be one thing. The dreaded ITBS!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!!!!
I did what I know I shouldn’t have done. I completed the run anyways. Sure, I stopped a few times to stretch and it seemed to help, but I know that once the twinges of ITBS come, they take awhile to go away. So I’ll probably be pulling out the ‘ole ITB strap on Sunday. I finished the run, but I was definitely worse–not better–for the wear. My hip has been hurting and I could just slap myself for trying to fit in one last run before the race.
I should know, more than anyone, that fitness is never gained during the last week or two. It’s much better to get to the starting line refreshed than injured. I’ve been lounging around in my compression gear and will probably wear nothing else until the race and hope that I can run without hip or knee pain on Sunday
Have you ever injured yourself right before a race?
Do you like running in the rain?