Per the doctor's order, I kept my mid week runs below 5 and I kept my long run today to 13 miles. The run itself was pretty painful and all I could really think of was what I would do if I had to stop and couldn't run anymore. What if I ruptured my achilles tendon? What if I fell? What if no one was around?
It's fairly unlikely that a rupture would occur, but still, my mind can be pretty imaginative sometimes. And falling, well, if I fell I fell.
All in all, the run was a success. The rest of my body felt great, and I somehow PR'd on my half marathon. When I ran the half marathon in May 2010, it was my first one, and completing it was my main goal. I wasn't striving for a certain time or anything, I just wanted to finish it, and I finished with a time of 2:07. 2 hours and 7 minutes. Well, I ran 13 miles today and did it in 1:53...my goal for halfies is ALWAYS to run it under 2 hours, but I was quite impressed with myself today. I was impressed not because I finished in under 2 hours, I was impressed because the ENTIRE time I ran today, I just wanted to chop my foot off.
The beginning of the run was uncomfortable and a little painful and I was totally favoring my left leg. I had even noticed last night that my left calf was starting to look bigger than my right one.... Anyway, about 3 miles into the run, I just decided to suck it up and run evenly even though it hurt. I didn't want to end up with some weird leg that was totally gigantic compared to the other one after all. Not hot at all.
I had put my foot into an ice bucket 5 different times last night and I woke up this morning completely pain free, which was the first time in a week and a half. I was so stoked to run. I took 4 ibuprofen and thought I'd be fine.
There's really not a whole lot to complain about...I'm just super annoyed that I can't just run without pain, or thinking that it'll be a long time before it's back to normal. BUT, I'm out there, I'm alive, I'm running.... I guess it's all I need...
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