Two very important conversations happened this week. The first was between my legs and my brain, when my legs said, “Oh hells no!” to running on hills in addition to climbing up (and down) a massive half-mile incline every day as part of my new commute. I think the walk down is killing me more than the walk up, but it’s tough. And while running on hills is (sort of) happening, since I have to drive to flat ground, my legs are most certainly not pleased about it. I’m hoping things even out in the next week or two, but until then it’s going to be slow going with lots of walking.
The other conversation was between myself and reality, when I realized that the trail race I’ve been looking at just isn’t going to happen this year. While I am loving my current internship, I am coming home both mentally and physically exhausted. I’m on my feet all day, I’m using 95% of my brain power to get the hang of practicing hospital inpatient physical therapy, and the hospital I’m in is the regional level I trama center, which means we get all of the crazy things that other hospitals in a 5-state area don’t want to deal with. In the past two weeks, I’ve seen patients recovering from spinal surgeries, TWO broken collarbones, broken hips and ankles, and even one young man who’s heading in for a below-knee amputation after getting his foot caught between two fishing boats. It’s intense, is what I’m saying, and by the time I get to the weekend I have absolutely no desire to go out and log the kind of miles necessary to really prepare for that race. It might be different if I had a really good distance base built up and could click off 10 miles without even thinking about it, but I don’t. So I’ve decided to punt that race to sometime in the future. Not having that training hanging over my head has been such a huge relief that I can’t even say I’m disappointed about it. Which means it was the right choice.
Tuesday: 4 ugly miles. I spent the first half of the run thinking it would get better once I got warmed up, and the second half just waiting for it to be over.
Thursday: the return of freezing fog and icy roads
Saturday: Jasyoga workshop. This was a yoga class specifically designed for runners, and it focused on stretching out everything. It was absolutely delightful. My poor, tired, whiny legs felt so much better afterwards.
Sunday: I headed out for what was to be 10 miles, and it wound up being a 1 mile run and 1 mile walk. I just wasn’t feeling it and, more telling, just didn’t care. Which is when I knew that logging big miles just isn’t going to happen right now.
Total for the week: 5 miles