Getting It

I'm STILL not running, but this week I'm feeling almost hopeful with slightly less pain. My teammates are all keeping up on their running though--two just did a 10K race a couple of weeks ago, but I'll let them give the race report. One is training for her first marathon, and the other is getting back into the swing of things after having her second baby--surely they will all tell you about their past few weeks soon. :) Water running and swimming are still my only options right now. I'm bummed to be letting all my cute summer running gear be going to waste! I'm a running skirt addict, I think. Yes, I know I can wear them around the house, but I WANT TO RUN.

My husband recently purchased a used sailboat. We went out for our maiden voyage this past Sunday, unaware of just how big a 26' boat is when it's in the water and with a lot of wind (it looked SO much smaller in the storage lot!). Dear heavens-to-betsy--what an experience! Sailing is a passion of his, apparently discovered when he owned a little 14' Sunfish as a teenager. Well, running is a passion of mine--so after we got the mast down and were ready to head back home, I smiled and said to him, "I can't wait 'til my foot is better so you can come running with me." His response? "Huh? Running would kill me." So I retorted, "Yeah, I thought the purpose here today was for us to learn to share our passions with each other--did you not see my face as we nearly capsized on our return sail? That coulda killed me, too. My poor heart..." I walked toward the car, clutching my heart, but all the while laughing.

I think he gets it now.

Anyone Know of a Water Running Race?

I am still officially on the DL with my foot injury. Grrr. I almost think it's worse now than it was 2 weeks ago. Storm Trooper Boot is off, but I've developed peroneal tendonitis (on the outside of the foot and up the outside of the ankle) and the heel still hurts, even after a cortisone injection. Biking is starting to bother it. I walk with a limp. I have several experts "guessing" as to why I have recurring problems on the left side...one says it is due to a former car accident injury (neck damage)...one says there is possibly a leg length discrepancy...then there are the naysayers who say it's my body's way of saying I shouldn't run. Huh? It hurt like hell to have my first baby come out, too--that didn't mean I was quitting and never having more. People say some really dumb things sometimes. No one seems to have any solutions thus far. Anyone ever try accupuncture? That's about where I am right now--willing to go non-traditional.

In the meantime I am able to do some deep water running. I can swim laps, too, but can only do that when I don't have to also watch the kiddos--not really smart to swim while making sure they stay safe. It only hurts when I have to get back out of the pool and actually walk again.

I still miss running.

My First Triathlon!

I did it. I just signed up for my first triathlon. . .Grand Haven Triathlon on July 13th. . . . only after having done a rehearsal of one this past weekend. I went to the gym and did a 1/2 mile swim, hour bike and 3.1 mile run. The run on the tm was my fastest yet on the tm! I seem to run faster after a bike. Those legs just want to keep on truckin'! It all felt really good and I had no soreness at all. It was kind of easy. I know it won't be so easy in Lake Michigan, on a road and running in the heat, but I was pleasantly surprised that distance running has kept me in pretty good shape! Now all I need is a wet suit and a road bike. . .minor details! I am prepared to brave the cold waters in just a swim suit and use my mountain bike, but hope I can find equipment that won't make my look too much like a novice!!!

Don't ya just go out and run?

When I was on my way to the Riverbank Run (the 25k run for my SoleSisters and 5k for me) in May, I was driving two of my friends from another city that were also running the 5k. I started talking about my Running Sisters and how much more into running they are than I. One of my friends said astonished from the backseat, "Wait a minute. Don't ya just go out and run?" I said, "Well, I do. But they actually READ magazines about running, and books, and stuff. To try to run better." She was baffled about how someone could run better, and frankly, I really couldn't explain it to her. But during my run yesterday, I came up with an excellent analogy for her. Running is like golfing. Some people do go out and "just do it" with no consideration to form or performance. But like golfing, running has it's share of participants that want to learn to improve and feel strongly that everyone else doing the sport should be trying to improve also. Since she is a golfer (although I think casual golfer would best describe her) I thought this analogy would perfectly explain it to her. And then it hit me that it really explains it to me also, and that I am a casual runner. So now I can't wait to tell her the analogy so I can see the dawning of understanding on her face as she comprehends why some people do more than "just go out and run."

Ok, I Take It Back

I need to officially apologize to all the cyclists in the world out there whom I may have offended in my previous post. I ventured onto a new trail yesterday morning, knowing it would be further from traffic and a bit more peaceful. And flat. My heel likes flat right now.

Yesterday's cyclists were downright great. I was actually supposed to meet up with some runners from a local running group--many of them had done the Bayshore Marathon or Half last week up in Traverse City, so they were using this week to recover and had opted for a long bike ride. I missed the group due to some early storms but caught up with them eventually. But in the meantime, I rode for awhile with a very nice retired gentleman -- a runner-turned cyclist named Tony who moved up here from St. Louis at some point in his life. Turned out we knew several people in common, so that was kind of fun to chat and realize just how small this world is.

He went a bit further than I did, so I had to eventually say goodbye. On my way back to my staging point, I came upon a woman whose bike chain had dislodged from the crank, so I stopped to help her. Wasn't much help, as I foolishly didn't have any tools with me, but I did have some Wet Ones so she could wipe grease off her hands. Within about 7 or 8 minutes, another cyclist stopped to help--he had more experience with these problems and was able to fix it for her (and I was able to learn what to do sans tools!). So I had about a 15 minute delay in there, but I found friendliness, so it was worth it.

In all, my ride was a bit over 24 miles. I made sure to keep my gears harder so I had to pedal the whole time--great calorie burn! It was nice to have the endurance workout I am so used to receiving from my long runs. It was nice, too, to prove myself wrong on those cyclists.

I still miss running though.

Biker Babes and Running Divas

I would like to say up front that I don't want to offend anyone here with my judgements...But yesterday I realized I will never truly be a cyclist. Runners are friendlier--at least while out on the road. Simply put. For a somewhat (ok, very) social girl like myself, that's important.

I am relegated to the bike right now while my foot heels up -- it's a great way to keep up my cardio and aerobic capacities so I won't be starting back from scratch when I get the go-ahead to run again later in June. Yesterday I felt my heel was doing well enough that I could take the bike off the trainer I have set up in my sunroom. I'm fortunate enough to live very close to miles and miles of bike/run paths. So I unhooked the bike and headed outside.

My neighborhood is filled with hills, but I no longer fear those--even on a bike. I got going on an uphill climb within my first half mile and passed a group of walkers--probably out on their lunch break. I smiled and said hello--and they kindly returned my greeting.

Kept going. And going. Eventually passed another cyclist. Again, I smiled and said hello. Nothing. Oh, well, I thought, maybe he was in his "zone." A mile later, I passed another cyclist. Again with the hellos. Again--NOTHING. What the heck???

In total, I passed probably 8 to 10 other cyclists and 6 or 7 more runners after that initial group. I nearly got run over by one group of cyclists not adhering to the single-file-stay-to-the-right rule, but he did at least smile and say, "Oh, sorry 'bout that!" as he ran me off the path and thankfully onto a flat grassy area.

At the end of my ride, nice as it was to be outside, I really missed being a runner. Why is it runners seem more friendly to me? Is it because we're going slower than a bike so we have the time to say hello? Is it because we're not constantly looking for curbs, holes, and more at higher speeds? (Ok, as a runner, I DO look for those things as I don't like twisted ankles...) Is it just because I'm really missing being a runner so I'm looking for something negative in everything else?

I do enjoy cycling now--I never thought I would enjoy it this much when I really started incorporating it into my running training 6 months ago. I love the run more. But I wonder what I'd be like as a triathlete? : ) How are those swimmers?

Excuse Me, Does This Boot Come in Black?

Well, my big race for the year has come and gone--longest distance for the year, that is. We had our 25K Riverbank Run here in Grand Rapids on May 10. If ever you've wanted to travel for a race--this one is worth it. It's reportedly the largest 25K race in the U.S.--drawing elite athletes from all over the world. This year 2008 Olympian and fellow Michigander Brian Sell ran the race and took 1st place. Pretty cool. www.53riverbankrun.com

The day was beautiful--no winds, blue skies, great crowds. Temperature-wise, it was about 10 degrees warmer at the start than they'd predicted (it was 46 degrees), but we were still dressed fine. Jeanine, Annie, and I all ran the 25K, Chris ran the 5K, Andrea cheered us all on (she's 9 months pregnant--she deserves a break!). They added a 10K race on, as well, so we did have a few friends who were running that.

My left heel had been bothering me since our March 5K--the Irish Jig. I taped it up as always, laced up my shoes, and tried to tell myself it was fine. The tape didn't feel as supportive as usual, but I thought I was just second-guessing myself with race day nerves.

The race started--I couldn't find Jeanine or Annie, so I ran with two Riverbank Road Warriors (a program I trained with this year). We made sure to pace ourselves early so we didn't go out too fast--a problem I used to have on race day. Our first mile--9:53. Beautiful. I was hoping to average 10:30 minute miles overall. We brought it down a notch, but not too much, keeping up our conversation and just enjoying the run. It worked well for the first 7 miles. My 7 mile average -- 10:20 per mile. I have been able to negative split on longer runs, so I was pretty excited at that point. I told the gal I was running with to go on and I'd catch up--I wanted to slow a bit at that point to prepare for the hilly portion of the race and ease up on my foot.

Big mistake. When I slowed down, my arch seized up. My heel felt like someone shot a bullet through it. My achilles started pulling. I could barely put weight on it. I kept going, knowing I had no desire to be walking through the split mat at mile 7.87. But it was hard. I could see on my Garmin that my 1 mile lap time was starting to wane. Significantly. I kept trying to hobble between running and walking.

I got to The Hill and forced myself to run up it--I was trained to run the hills--no way was I walking it. So I pushed up it trying to focus my mind on the music I could hear from the crowd and not on the pain in my foot. I got to the top and started whispering a mantra of less-than-ladylike words. Another Road Warrior came up behind me and asked if I was ok. "Fine," I said, "keep going--you're doing great!" He walked with me for a bit--he was having a tough run himself. I'm sure he was surprised by my quiet cursing, as usually I'm the enthusiastic rah-rah runner of the bunch.

I started seeking out any grass or gravel I could find. One word of wisdom--do not run on bigger pepples and rocks if the bottom of your foot is in agony. Makes it worse.

Long story somewhat shortened--I ended up walking the majority of the last 6 miles of the race. I still ended up crossing the finish line with time to spare for a medal, which considering the 6 mile walk, was impressive, I suppose, but I was pretty depressed for the rest of the weekend. I had trained so well and so hard for this race. My time sucked-- 3:05:07 for 15.5 miles. EGADS! It was not the finish line experience I needed back (I raced this one in 2003 and got injured the past two years trying again for it). But I did get my finish medal (which, oddly, is much lighter weight than my 2003 medal, even though the design is still the same!)

I saw my orthopaedic doctor four days later--that actually made me feel somewhat better about my lousy time. When the P.A. showed me the x-ray--I saw a very nasty heel spur and a bone chip--yes, somewhere along the line bone had chipped off from a tug-of-war match with a tight tendon. Plantar fasciitis is bad enough, but add those other two to the mix, along with bursitis to give the spur something to dig into...OUCH. The P.A. had also run the race--she was surprised I made it to the finish line considering the foot. There is still a chance there is a stress fracture, so for the next month I am in a giant steel-gray aircast--aka The Storm Trooper Boot. Why can't they make these in black or brown? Or lighter weight? This thing weighs in at 3 pounds!

One positive thing? I have a good shot at getting that "most improved" award, presuming this heals up ok for me to do a half-marathon in the fall.