Monday, May 20, 2013
Two weeks ago on a regular, easy training run I strained my calf muscle. I nursed it and treated it and babied it for two weeks in hope I could run my scheduled 1/2 marathon. Saturday I was ready. I knew I would have to play it by ear and be smart, I have another race two weeks from now I'd like to still be able to do as well.
Things started good, by mile four I wanted a GU and in mile five I was starting to feel some twinges on uphills. I could make them go away at first by twisting a little but eventually it started to look like I should be happy with the 7 I got in. After all, two weeks ago I could hardly walk.
At mile 7 I told my friends to go on without me and I'd see them at the finish. It took a good 1/2 mile before all irritation in my calf went away and it took a LOT of mental coaching for me to adjust to the idea of walking the rest but I committed and I kept going. Then I started to enjoy it:
This is why I workout, to be in shape, to enjoy nature, to feel confident in my abilities. It doesn't matter if people passed me; it doesn't matter if it's my slowest half ever. It matters that I can do it and I did. I was so proud of myself for being smart and for not giving up.
Yes, today I'm sore in totally new places as a result of walking so much and so fast but I'm darn proud of my accomplishment.