Ugh- I'm typing this from my flippin' recliner when I should be running. Actually I'm supposed to be at work. Instead, I'm in tremendous pain and I can't really walk.
At the outset of last week, I had decided to NOT go for my first half marathon in May, because I felt like it was too much pressure. By midweek, however, I came to the realization that the demands on my time were about lessen significantly (done for the semester this week! = one year of grad school DOWN!) and that this goal was indeed attainable. So I registered for a 5K for April 20th, another on May 5th, and went ahead and purchased my spot in the Divas Half Marathon in Myrtle Beach, SC. I ran 6 miles on Thursday, beat my PR- my sustainable goal pace was super comfortable, and I was on cloud nine.
Then this happened.
I was feeling so good. I pushed too hard through that last run, didn't pause when I felt hot spots (because I can't pause on race day, right?)
Lesson learned... but I'm heartbroken. There's no way I'll be able to run a 5K on Saturday. I can't even walk to the bathroom. I showed them to an MD at work yesterday and she said rest them for the weekend before I go to a doc to get them looked at (the redness and funky drainage looks like infection to me- but it could also be because I haven't really had the opportunity to stay off of them until today.) The blister treatment bandages are too small- they actually excoriated the edges a little bit when I tried them only temporarily.
Looks like I'm going to need to eat perfectly for a few days- I'm going to do some upper body stuff, some pushups, anything that lets me sweat and stay off my tootsies. I've wanted to try Pilates- many of those are floor exercises, right? There are DVDs on Netflix and blogilates is on my Bookmarks Bar...
I'll never take walking for granted again- which I said after my ACL repair when I was 15... but for some reason this experience has more weight. I have to pace myself and listen to my body. Muscle pain from working = good, to a point. Skin pain because your socks are a little big and you normally take walking breaks if you're exceeding 3 miles? BAD. Bad bad bad.
When I'm better, I will never ever pass up an opportunity to be active again, because this is the first time in my life I've ever WANTED to do something active and I physically can't. It's all been mental before.
Blech. Ouch. Wah.