Sunday, June 22: 3.02 miles in 29:53 for a 9:54 pace.
I’m not a very big fan of running the day after a long run. It was pretty cool temperature wise, but my legs were heavy and tired, so even though my splits looked pretty nice, I didn’t feel as solid as I would have liked.
Monday, June 23: Personal Training + 4.02 miles in 40:47 for a 10:09 pace.
I was so tired during personal training, but I got through it. We did a lot of hard core work that I really thought would leave me sore the next day, but fortunately that didn’t happen. I had time to run after personal training and really wanted to get in a four-run week this week, so I slogged through a humid four miler.
I also had a follow-up appointment with my PT on Monday, and after describing my latest symptoms, he thought it’d be best for me to go to the doctor, which was not at all the news I had hoped to receive.
Tuesday, June 24: Dance
New session, new people, new combo. I love learning new dance routines, so these first couple of weeks of the session are always my favorite. I have to step up my game this time, too. One of my friends, who majored in dance in college, isn’t taking hip hop this time around, so I can no longer rely on her for a remedial lesson every Tuesday before class, which means I actually have to remember things, and, y’know, practice. Yikes.
Wednesday, June 25: 3 miles in 29:07 for a 9:42 pace.
Before my run on Wednesday, I had an appointment with the podiatrist, who officially diagnosed me with muscle weakness, neuralgia/neuritis, and acquired ankle equinus. In layman’s terms, my diagnosis is a fancy way of saying I have nerve pain (no, really?). The ankle equinus was a new thing that I don’t quite understand, but I think is related to my horribly tight calves (I had, for the past week, been running in my Fresh Foams instead of my Asics, and despite what New Balance would like you to think, there is nothing cloud, pillow, or other soft-object-like about Fresh Foams. They are SIGNIFICANTLY less cushioned than my Asics Cumulus, and I already started to develop shin splints after about a week in the Fresh Foams, hence the calf tightness). I was a disaster and a half in my VGA in the Fresh Foams and walking up and down the hall in the Fresh Foams, but looked just fine walking barefoot and looked fine walking in my Asics as well, so my podiatrist told me to ditch the Fresh Foams and stick with the Asics. She thinks somewhere in this two month ordeal, I injured a nerve in my foot, and continuing to run hasn’t helped it heal, since nerves take a long time to get everything back in order. She put a metatarsal pad in my foot, which should help relieve pressure when I run and give my nerve more opportunity to heal. She also gave me a script for PT (hmph. Also not the goal of this podiatrist appointment) and told me to come back to see her in a couple of weeks.
Anyway, after all of this, I 1) went to Forever Yogurt to celebrate my Chicago birthday…
…and 2) went for a run to see what difference the metatarsal pad would make. On Wednesday, the answer to that was, “None whatsoever.” So that was a bit discouraging. My feet felt fine and dandy to start off, and then, per usual, started to feel weird towards the end of my run, almost like I was running in really crappy socks or on an old towel, if that makes any sense. Not numbness, really, not tingling, but still not right. But also not anything different than I had been experiencing, so I guess maybe that’s good?
Thursday, June 26: Cross Training.
I went to the gym Thursday and…somethinged? I was on some contraption that seemed to be part stair machine, part elliptical. It was weird. I didn’t mind it, but I don’t know if I’ll be back on one of these any time super soon.
Friday, June 27: Physical Therapy.
Okay, let’s dwell on the positives, shall we? My podiatrist said she wants my PT to focus on clinical massage therapy, which I am ALL about. My favorite kind of PT is the kind that involves me laying on a table doing nothing, and it looks like that may make up the bulk of my stint in PT this time around. We won’t worry about how my PT beat up and bruised my calves in this clinical massage therapy process, or how the new health insurance I got a few months back apparently doesn’t cover PT at all like my old health insurance, and I’m pretty sure my savings account will have pay for the bulk of this. That’s all right. I didn’t actually want to travel, or make major purchases, or have an emergency fund, or save for retirement anyway. I’d much, much rather spend all that money on getting calf bruises that may or may not help my nerve pain. Being poor is what your early 20s are all about, right? These are the things that I will look back on wistfully someday when I’ve married my surgeon/lawyer/accountant (not one of the three — a combination of all three), living in our multi-million dollar penthouse in Lakeshore East, right? Right.
In other news, if you aren’t interested in donating to my fundraising for Run for Autism, I will happily accept donations to the, “Bethany is Both Broke and Broken Fund.” I’ll make sure my surgeon/lawyer/accountant future husband and I invite you over all the time to express my gratitude.
I hate healthcare. And I need a more lucrative career path.
Saturday, June 28: 5.15 miles in 54:08 for a 10:31 pace.
Ah, my favorite long run of marathon training! There’s something so wonderful about being able to finish your long run and get to brunch (or, more accurately, “second breakfast at a restaurant”) by 8 a.m. While I know some paces go out for brunch almost every week, the five mile week is pretty much the only week where you can count on the 10:30 Awesomes going out post-run, and even though I’m laughably poor right now (*significant look* health insurance 😡 ), I joined my group at Kanela and pieced together the cheapest meal I could manage. Living the dream, my friends. I have to say, though, I really feel like I’m coming into my own in my running group. I spent the bulk of last year feeling like a bit of an outsider, but the vibe this year has meshed better with my personality (plus I’m always much more confident when I have a bit of experience in a situation). I was tired, grumpy, and sore on Saturday, but I still enjoyed the time I spent with my running group so much. I don’t know what this entire marathon season will hold, but I’m glad that, at least until further notice, I’m able to spend part of it with a group of people I genuinely enjoy.