Yesterday, I went out for the long run with the Track Club. I still had congestion, felt rundown (because who can get rest with a chattering, nursing, needy three month old hanging from the breast?), but went out anyway. I was secretly afraid I was using being sick as an excuse to be lazy and stay in the nice warm bed. It was pouring rain at our house.
I left the house, determined to kick some butt. I was going to ROCK this run. I had been rocking EVERY run I had gone on over the past week or so. My confidence was soaring. I knew I could do 9 miles EASY.
Reality hit pretty hard, pretty fast. Everyone started out that boring flood channel. That stupid thing is my least favorite thing to run on. It really stinks too. I mean LITERALLY, it reeks like sewage or some nasty rotting something. Not exactly what you want to be running next to when you are breathing heavy.
Back to my story…
Within minutes, I realized that I was still having some chest congestion and that I could have stood one more day of not running. Then, the stupid pain in the heel of my foot started. I decided to just try to keep running, in spite of it all.
By three miles in, I found my groove and just ran. I begin finding my pace and felt pretty good. I reached the Visitor Center and the 2nd water station. It must have been that time of rest that made my heel really complain. I left the water station, determined to get back within a reasonable time. I was running with someone I had never had an opportunity to talk to before. It was pleasant conversation and I temporarily forgot about my heel and my cold.
Mile 5, I just could not run anymore. I decided to cross the street. Bad idea. The asphalt was all uneven. So, I crossed the street again. This time, I could not get my heel to stop hurting. Now the pain had crept up into my Achilles tendon and calf. Great. I have 3 1/2 miles to go and a mile to the water station. I ended up walking to the water station, where I asked for a ride back.
By the time I got back to Hospitality Point, I was completely limping. All day yesterday, I was limping. I got home and limped. I took a nap and woke up limping. UGH. Just what I need.
At the same time, I am sooooo not surprised. I was on bed rest from June to November, when I had a c-section, which put me out of commission until the end of December. I still have 20 pounds to lose until I am as fat as I was when I got pregnant. My calves are not as muscular as they were. My muscles are just beginning to regain some level of definition. Is it to early to run?
I did quite a bit of my own internet diagnostics that coupled with what other runners had told me and it sounds like Plantar Fascitis or heel spurs. I found that 90% of women with this condition are overweight and the implications are to: LOSE WEIGHT. I am working on it, OKAY?
After last year’s “bump” in the road, I am surprisingly not disappointed. I feel calm and at peace, because I know that I am meant to do this. I know that there will be struggles. I know that my body will be back again. Until then, I may be swimming, spinning, lifting weights, and other cross-training. Just a minor set-back.
I will do this thing. I just hope it is THIS June and I did not waste another $70 on the Rock n’ Roll Marathon entry.
Many prayers requested for a quick and complete recovery.