I ran a 2 mile run for the first time in two weeks yesterday.
My heel has been hurt. Might be my achilles. I stopped all running until I thought I could give it a good try and yesterday was the day. The run went well. Of course I paid a bit too much attention to my heel, but I had no problems. TJ bought me new shoes that have more of a built up heel and I could really feel the support.
I honestly think this latest injury was caused by 3 things…
1) I had new shoes. They ran great. I won’t mention the brand here, but I loved them and felt like I could run much better then ever before in them. Sadly, about 20 miles into wearing them, I felt a tug of pain on my heel. Not wanting to give up on shoes after 20 miles I kept going. I tied them differently to try and give more support. Finally, one day the pain wasn’t feeling better. I ran one step too far and something sprang in my heel. No more running for two weeks.
2) Speed. The need for speed. I’m an old man (not really, but older then most of you I’m sure). I have been on a quest to run faster and farther since I started my running career almost 3 years ago. I’ve done well. I’ve won my age group in many 5Ks. I finished in the top 4 percent of my age group in my Country Music Half Marathon. I ran half of my only marathon at an 8 minute pace (and the second half at a 12:00 pace). Speed is fun, but for me, it causes injuries. So I am giving up on speed and going to start running for distance. I want to run another marathon, an ultra marathon, perhaps a 50 miler. There are far more goals for me to achieve beyond being fast and taking chances at getting hurt. I still hope to BQ one day, but for now, that dream is set aside.
3) Cycling. God gave me the wisdom to buy a fairly cheap bike on Black Friday. If it weren’t for that purchase, I’d be walking everyday because of my ankle and hating it. So, instead I’ve been riding. Not everyday as I’ve been out of town some and had other commitments, but several times I’ve gotten out an ridden with my kids. Sunday was awesome. RS and I road trails at the Mountain State Park for 6 miles. I probably should have thought differently when I saw the sign to “Rattle Snake Ridge” and let RS talk me into going on that trail. We made it, but it was a bit above my comfort zone. Also, after our 6 miles with RS on the trails, I got to ride with JS for 13 miles at a small park near our home. She suffers from fibromyalgia and to be able to ride that much at one time was quite a victory.
So, all that to say, speed is out (except on the bike) and running long and slow is in. It is a new chapter for me and will take time to get into my head (don’t run fast), but I think it is the way to go, at least for now.
Hey, maybe I can get to Boston running for a charity. Who said I have to kill myself to reach my dreams.
Have an awesome week.