A Great Run and then . . .
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Yesterday afternoon was gorgeous. High 50s, sunny, and barely a breeze. Perfect for a 20-mile run, so I took the afternoon off to do just that. I plotted a route that would take me from the office out into the country and back.
I felt light on my feet and had to reign myself in numerous time because I was running just a tad faster than I wanted. I was enjoying the sounds and scenery so much I didn't bother plugging in the music. At the one hour mark I was just over 5 miles into the run and feeling fabulous. At mile 6, I wiped the sweat from my right eye causing my contact to slide off. With no way to figure out where it was in the socket, I just kept running--I always wondered what would happen if my contact popped out during a race. Now I know--not much of anything. Depth perception was off, but I could see distance well enough with one contact that it wasn't an issue. A convenience store was somewhere on my way back and I figured I'd run in there and slide the contact back into place.
At mile 10, I had been running 2 hrs, 1 min and 30 seconds. Good pace and I wasn't slowing down and still felt great--less than half tired. Wow, this was going to be one of those treasured running days when you can hardly believe it can get this good.
Then it happened. Just past mile 12 my left big toe went into a cramp. It was a bit warmer than I anticipated and I figured I wasn't drinking enough, so I sucked up the rest of the Gatorade from my Cambelback--the convenience store was about 2 blocks away; I knew I could make it there and buy some more. I pulled off my shoe, walked around a bit, tried some easy stretching and finally the toe released. Threw on my shoe and walked to the store. Got the Gatorade, took a bathroom break, and slipped my contact back into place. The clerk was so nice--she gave me a large glass of ice water, too, while I rested a bit and asked about my running.
The cramp was gone and I felt fresh and strong, so I started out at a very slow pace to make sure the toe wasn't going to cramp again. About 10 minutes into the running, my right ankle began to hurt. This has been an on again, off again, problem, but had not been giving me trouble for quite a while so I was really surprised. I slowed down, then walked. It felt better, I started to run again. I ran/walked another three miles until it started to hurt even when I walked and I was beginning to limp, so I called it quits and called my SAG vehicle to pick me up. Thank goodness for cell phones and supportive husbands.
I iced and elevated my ankle last night and today it feels fine unless I'm walking down stairs--then I get that twinge of pain for just a second or two. Tonight I'll do some easy yoga and stretches and ice it again. No running until Saturday. I've entered a 5K, but will only run it if the ankle feels good.
I'll have to wait until early April to attempt 20 miles again--can't take any chances with a long run since I have a half marathon on March 27th. Maybe I'm maturing as a runner. I'm not stressed at not reaching my goal and I'm taking this in stride. It was a beautiful run while it lasted.