Thoughts on my running injuries

When you’re training for a race with any sort of distance to it, you’ll start to experience at least one running-related injury along the way. Fact o’ life, what do you do.

I’ve already dealt with sesmoiditis, which I acquired from maniacally playing on multiple soccer teams at a time for three years straight. It’s still there, but it’s faded into the background thanks to simply not being on my feet in the same way I was for so long, from wearing ball-of-foot pads in my left shoes ad from finally getting a pair of perfectly-tailored-for-Christy’s-foot-type runners from Luke’s (the only pair I don’t have to wear a pad in).

Then I began experiencing pain in the inner left knee, which was frustrating. When Chris first mentioned that a lot of knee pain is caused by weak quads, I was all defensive like, MY QUADS ARE PERFECTLY STRONG, THANKYOUVERYMUCH. But I sucked it up and began working out the ol quads more. And by golly if the knee pain din’t reduced about 95 percent.

With pain in check, I finally felt completely ok enough to move forward with my half-marathon training at the pace I wanted.

Meanwhile, I’de heard fellow runners like Liz and Chris talk about having issues with their IT band (iliotibial band). I felt for them, but it meant nothing to me b/c I couldn’t imagine the kind of pain they were describing.

Well, the running gods paid me back for my lack of imagination yesterday around mile 8 during my first half-marathon (which I talk about in the post above). One of my favorite things about Austin, its hills, were my worst enemy. I’m a trail runner by heart and normally love running hills. But I’d trained to run 13 miles of flat, not 13 miles of up-and-down. The sharpest, most dibilitating of pain shot through the outside of my left knee (all my injuries are on my left side; what’s up with that?) to the point of stopping me dead in my tracks. Even walking hurt sooo. baaad. I tried to make myself run a bit, then walk a bit, but the running bits grew shorter and shorter. It wasn’t the kind of pain I could just ignore and suck up until I hit the finish line — it completely determined my performance.

It sucks. So, I’ll be doing many a Google search on prevention, and I’m taking any advice you have on the matter.

Rain: The reluctant runner’s scapegoat

Except that it’s really, really rainy here right now. Like, not the inconvenient sprinkle or periodic shower we typically get. People dying, scrambling to their roofs-kind of raining. For days in a row, it’s been downright unrunnable. I love the rain, but this weather is a deal breaker for someone who’s trying to be a trail runner (and is starting from valley-bottom runnerishness). The North Texas Trail Runners Association, which I recently joined but have yet to run with, suggests some trails at Lewisville Lake as some of the best in the area. But guess what lake and surrounding parks are closed for at least two weeks? Yep. Completely flooded. I suppose if I was as hard-core serious about doing this running thing as I want to be, I’d find a way. But for someone fledgling like me, and someone who struggles with motivation in general, torrential rains seem like a good enough reason to take a break.

More walking than running right now

Walk date: Monday, June 25

Back in Waxahachie, land of the flats. I can’t really say I had solid intentions of run-running when I got home from work this evening. But I had a couple of calls to make, so I threw on my Asics road runners, grabbed my phone and walked around the block twice just so I could say I did.

Talked with mom about her twin sister. Talked with boyfriance about his day and mine. He offered to help finance getting mom up to New York to see her ill sister — a reluctant running partner, but wonderful, wonderful guy.

And that, my friends, is all she walked.