So today was a big run day. 10 miles. I have a thing about the 10 mile days, a superstition if you will. The two other times I have ever run 10 miles on a training day have been terrible. Like, terrible. TERRIBLE.
The first time was 9 years ago. Training for the same Marathon that I am now (what are the chances) I was running up Pinnicle Peak Pass and my mechanics were all wrong and I tore my calf muscle. Instant pain went from my hip to my toes. My husband was on a dental trip in TONGA and my mother was at home with my kids so I limped home (6 miles) and did so much damage I was out for the rest of the running season.
The Second time, two years after the first was in an out-and back on the canals of Scottsdale and I rolled my ankle. again, hobbled home and was out for the running season. wah!
So imagine my mental going into today. My head was already telling me I was doomed to get hit by a car, bit by a deadly snake, I don't know, you name it, I thought of it. So two days ago I was helping a friend and I totally popped out my hip joint. I was so nervous to run at all this morning because of the tingling sensation that was running down my leg. My doctor had already given me two steroid shots, I had 3 long HOT baths and I ate my weight in Tylenol. I was determined. I was going to run. I even posted about it on IG to make myself committed to actually not chicken out.
Ill cut to the chase... I DID IT! I even improved on my time. I ran even 11 minute miles. Only second of fluctuating between miles. It was amazing. My curse is over! I CAN CONQUER THE WORLD! ok, that was a stretch. I am so grateful for this body of mine and the things it can do. This coming week of training is recovery week. My miles will be less, but my determination is stronger than ever.
Birthday Cheer
10 years ago
