What do you do when you’re in Miami, during your peak week of 50-miler training, and you can’t run? Blog and bitch about it, of course.
I went to Miami for a few days on business, and like a good little student I planned my scheduled runs out perfectly. Treadmill runs, local runs, runs around the resort grounds. I called ahead to make sure I could have access to the fitness center at 3:30 a.m. I made sure to note that the jogging path (The name! Ugh!) had water fountains on it. I had 65 miles to cover in five days while helping work a major company event, so a little preplanning was necessary.
But then my groin decided to get in the way. I can’t even tell you how I pulled it. Or strained it. Or made it angry. One morning last week I was running along and must have stepped funny, because it started to ache. And then in the middle of my 26-miler on Friday morning, the ache turned into a dull pain, then turned into a sharp pain that made me throw in the towel and hobble off the trail at mile 12. I was so furious that I had to quit that I couldn’t even focus on the fact I had done a decent run—all I could think was, “but it wasn’t 26!” It’s frustrating as hell to be feeling so strong and in shape and able to handle anything and everything Coach Alex throws at me, and then suddenly have to be sidelined. I hate it. It’s like having taper tantrums, but oh so much worse. When you’re tapering, you can run, but know you shouldn’t. Here, you don’t have a choice. And I’m not even really injured, or at least I hope I’m not. I’m just being overly dramatic and cranky. Because I.WANT.TO.RUN!
On the bright side, it was nice to travel without having ass-crack-of-dawn treadmill long runs looming over my head. No guilt was felt having that extra glass of wine or three at dinner! And on Sunday morning I slept in until 8 and then casually wandered down to the breakfast buffet. No worries that I missed long run #3 by this point—I ate as if I had run them all!
So I’m trying to be good and rest and recover without going too stir-crazy. Tomorrow I’m pacing the hubs at the Mercedes Marathon (his first!), so I need all body parts to be happy and functioning! More Miami pics if you’re curious: