If you know me and my training methods at all, you will know that I'm all about taking it easy, and keeping it safe and sane. My goal is to be running healthy when and if I get to 100. Up until this morning, through 30 marathons and the training they required, I have never been hurt to the point where I had to not run. That streak MAY be over.
In the blog post before this one I spoke of my new 20 miles of running a week goal...and the fact that I was short of hitting the mark this week by 8 miles. I knew I was tired. I knew I set the silly goal myself, so it would be no big deal to not meet it this week. Then I had a bowl of "Stoopid" for breakfast, strapped on my VFF's, and headed out into the rain to rectify the situation.
Oakland's Lake Merritt was the place.
I was hoping to put in 4 of the miles I needed there...then go to the gym later and do the remaining 4 on the dreadmill. However, instead of doing THAT, that would have been smart, I felt so good after the 4 that I thought I'd just keep going and get all 8 done at the lake. At mile 5 I stopped to answer nature's call. When I came out of the bathroom, all of a sudden, I couldn't put full weight on the right foot.
Hobbled back to the car and made my way home. Iced the foot, popped some pain meds....and now, I'm waiting. It's a little swollen, but no bruising. It's tender to the touch, about half the time. Hoping that tomorrow morning all will be well. If it is, I will feel like I've dodged a bullet, and will seriously back off on the effort to go VFF's in a marathon anytime soon. If it isn't, and I can't run for a while, I will bank information and, hopefully, recall it the next time my committment to an arbitrary goal impedes my better judgement.
Time for wine.