Every once in a while I have a day where I don’t feel like running, but I go out anyway and have a great run.
Yesterday was not one of those days.
I was tired and just wanted to skip my run, especially since it was “hill run Thursday”. I did what I always do, I got home, changed and went out for my run. It began well enough. I ran relaxed and got 2 miles into my run and my achilles started bothering me. So I just tried to keep relaxed and the pain subsided, so I kept running. By now it was hot and I was a bit tired and finally got to the hill that I run. I rested a bit and then started my reps.
I got to the top of the hill and heard a dog barking. I hear dogs barking all the time on my runs, so I ignored it. As I ran, the barking got louder and I had the realization that the dog was behind me. As I turned to look, I noticed a large doberman right behind me and it didn’t look happy. My first instinct was to stop running and start walking. I knew I needed to get past its house, but if I kept running, it might get bothered. As I walked and kept my eye on the dog, I heard a voice of a woman calling for the dog. I looked up and there was a woman sitting on a porch. She called to me that it was her neighbor’s dog and she didn’t know why it was out. I yelled to her, “Am I safe?” Her reply was, “I’ve never known it to bite anyone”.
I finally got to the point where the dog went home and I started running again. I decided to run at the top of the hill through the community a bit to figure out what to do. You see, this hill was the only way out of the neighborhood and I had to go right back past that dog. I was a bit concerned.
Finally I decided to make my trek back down the hill. About a hundred yards before the house with the dog, I started walking. I quietly walked past the house and never did see the dog. I started running again and finished my run in the rain. By the time I finished, I was cold, tired, my achilles was hurting again and I wished I had just stayed home.
Now here I am writing this. My achilles still hurts, the top of that same foot hurts and my opposite hip hurts. It has been 13 months of running with no injuries and now I feel totally beat up. On top of that, we have our 5K in 2 weeks. It is the last real 5K I want to compete in since I need to start training for the Lehigh Valley Marathon in September, my first marathon and hopefully my Boston qualifier.
So, I am taking at least today off and possibly the whole weekend. I will see how I do. I definitely don’t want to be out of running long because I was stupid and kept running on a hurt foot.
Oh well… As I mentioned in the post yesterday, I learn by experience. Sometimes that is a positive thing and sometimes it isn’t.
The joys of running.