Paying the Piper

In a post before my hundred mile race, I casually mentioned that I'd be ok with getting injured if I completed it. We should be careful what we're ok with.

After 3 days of all over-achiness, I was left with some pulled muscle-tendony stuff in my left ankle, which is the opposite foot from the one I was concerned about before the race. I rested it for the remainder of the week, went on a 5 mile run, and promptly asked for (and received) a cortisone shot from my doc.

Yesterday I ran 7 miles. Today I ran 7.5, but the foot is far from alright. In fact, it hurts fairly much.

Mostly, I'm ok with being injured right now. The 100 miler was by the far the most important thing on my agenda. But still, I had 1 eye on the 50 mile North Face in NY in May, and another one on the 50k Iron Master's Challenge at the end of April. If I can't managed a long run by the middle of the month, both of those will need to go by the wayside.

For the first time in a long time, I don't know what my next key race will be. On one hand, that's a good thing, because I'd be worried more about being injured. At the same time, I'm a better runner when I'm a runner with a purpose, so I'm looking forward to getting healthy and figuring out that purpose in the next few weeks.

Comments

  1. Scott K. Johnson8:35 PM

    Ok, I know you're an elite athlete and all that jazz, but seriously dude, take some time off! You covered an incredible distance in that 100-miler. I think it's not such a crazy idea to just focus on recovery for a while. But what do I know?

    Anyway - thinking of you, man. Hope your feet heal up quickly and you get back to flying around (but not TOO soon!).

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