Pushing 40: The Reckoning
Monday, February 05, 2018
I made several goals for 2018, including to run a race every month. Some of those will coincide with my friend's race schedule. She is training for her first marathon this year. She is also 10 years younger than I am. So we signed up for a 10K over the weekend.
1. Just home (like for 18 hours) from an overseas trip.
2. Completely untrained.
3. Not happy about the 18 degree temperature at the start of the race.
I DID IT. Even though I hadn't run that far in close to a year, I finished it, and at a reasonably respectable time. I averaged an 11:47/mile, making it an official PR for me. Granted, it was only my 3rd 10K ever and I've gotten faster over time so it wasn't that hard. I certainly didn't feel like it was my best performance ever since I've been doing 5Ks at more like a 10:30/mile.
But. Somewhere around mile 4.5ish, my knee staged a revolt. And that's when it hit me:
When you are pushing 40, your body doesn't particularly appreciate you waking up one day and running 6.2 miles on no training.
By the end of the race, my left knee was killing me, and my left hip and right ankle were hurting too, presumably from a jacked up running form due to the busted knee. I spent the rest of the day on the couch with ice and ibuprofen, and every time I went down stairs I sounded like Rice Krispies. Sunday was a bit better, and today I went back to boot camp and my knee verbally reminded me it isn't very happy with me still. Side squat - SNAP - reverse lunch - KRACKLE - burpee - POP!
Soooooooooo, while I'm thrilled to have finished the race, maybe I really need to step it up and train for the next one.