Injury update (and opting out of other bull$h*t)

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Ok, so this is my second post in a row where I used swearing in the title, but at least I’m censoring it a bit this time. I’m finding it quite liberating. Also, it seems swearing gets more hits to the blog. Obviously, people like to read swear words, so I’m trying not to disappoint.

Anyway, I’ve taken a full week off from running since finally realizing the tendons in my hamstrings were royally screwed up. Thankfully, there’s been noticeable improvement everyday. Each morning is less tight than the day prior, and stepping up on curbs causes less pain as well. After a full week, I decided to test things out by doing almost 6 miles in central park. This consisted of the lower 5 mile loop with about .7 miles for the road at 60th and 5th ave leading to and from the loop. I never skip Harlem hills, but knowing this injury, I knew that I would be making things worse if I were to include them.

The whole time while running, I focused on trying not to aggravate my hamstrings. I maintained a small stride to do this. I was mostly successful and by the end of the run things were even better than I thought they’d be. The running wasn’t easy, and by that, I mean it was tiresome in my leg muscles. I can’t for the life of me figure out why that is. How could I possibly go from running 20 miles without effort to having tired legs after 3 miles? Do you lose so much fitness in a week from doing nothing? The answers to the obvious questions most would ask are.. I ran a full minute per mile slower that what I do 20 at, and, no, aerobically this was no problem as I was carrying on a full conversation.

The next day I can’t say I noticed an improvement like I have every other day, but it didn’t feel like i regressed either. So I went out for another 6 and it didn’t go well. In fact, it was worse than the day before. I remember thinking to myself while running how much I missed running. And, I mean that easy effortless feeling of moving fast along with feeling the kind of effort that’s welcomed… almost what’s craved. This felt broken, and it was not the result of pain from my injury. I wasn’t in pain. It was just this weird tiredness in my legs in muscles I never feel tiredness in. And in my lower back also in places I never felt tired before.

I have to admit, that during the week away, while things felt like they were improving quickly, I was still secretly hoping Boston could be a possibility. But, this second run absolutely killed it and in some way it was almost a relief. I guess the realization that this is absolutely out of my control took some pressure off, but it doesn’t change the fact I’m still pissed at the situation. This is true especially when I think back to the sacrifices I made to stay so consistent with training. Oh well, I whined about that in my last post so I’ll skip it here. But the point is, I’m now ready to cancel those hotel reservations :(

The scary thing about all this, is that you think there might actually be a possibility this is one of those injuries that never fully goes away. The rational side of me believes mostly this isn’t true. But, when I think about how long I’ve felt that twinge, before it became a major problem, I realize can’t remember a time not feeling that twinge. That’s also sort of the reason how this whole thing was able to creep up on me the way I did. It was like I turned around one day and said, “Hey, this isn’t getting better.” But, my point is if it took this long to get so bad, is it going to take this long to go away?

Any way, in the meantime; something non-running related, I joined a CSA which I’m very happy about.

I think our food, and the whole industry around agriculture, along with the FDA and USDA is so broken it’s quite frightening when you think about the path we’re going down. I’ve never really written about this, and if I were, you would might think I was a conspiracy theorist if you aren’t already familiar with the situation. I’ll tell you right now, I’m no extremist by any means. But, I feel like there’s this big reality out there that the majority of America knows nothing about. There are so many “definitions” and “standards” put in place by these institutions we believe are there to protect us. In reality, these definitions are so ill-defined, vague, and deceptive. Often, people make decisions with the best of intentions because of these definitions. It turns out, those institutions which we believe we can trust have become so twisted and corrupt that not only are they useless, but they’re quite destructive.

I might write more about it in future posts, especially since there will probably not be much in the way of running. In the meantime, spend some time watching this. It’s a little tough to get through the first 10 minutes, but it’s very informative.

I fucked up!

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I fucked up royally! And now I’m paying for it right at the point where I should be reaping the rewards of my hard work.

Let me begin at the beginning.

Back in December, right after Philly, I jumped right back into marathon training for Boston. I was so gung-ho from having such a stellar race. I was greedy. Being so close to sub-3, I was anxious to get back into training.

Looking at my log, I didn’t even take time off. A week after Philly, I ran 15 miles at 7:46 and logged it as an easy run. The next week, there’s a 6 mile tempo at 6:30 mid-week and a 22 mile run at 7:30 on the weekend. All the while I’m writing notes in my log about how my hamstrings are tight.

I started the 18 week Pfitz plan somewhere around that. I remember having to start in the second week of the plan because there was only 17 weeks left to Boston. I think it was right around the time I did the Ted Corbitt 15K.

I ran through cold, snow, and ice this whole winter. I actually enjoyed it after a while too. Getting up at 4:30am on a daily basis to run 30 half mile laps at marathon pace made me feel bad ass. I did this in 7F degrees most of the time. I ran tempos in this weather. Around and around. There was no place else to go with the amount of snow we had. Given the cold, nothing melted anywhere, so I even did 42 laps for my 21 mile long runs on the weekend. But, there was something comforting in these laps. I learned to like them, but even more, I realized I was getting faster and stronger so I couldn’t wait to do more.

But, after almost every run, my hamstrings would tighten up and things hurt during the day. It didn’t interfere with my running… yet. So, I kept things up and I dismissed it thinking it was just the effects of hard training. This isn’t something so out of the norm either. I don’t even blame myself for not seeing the warning signs at that point.

But then, things got harder starting out. Things always hurt at first. I would have to run a good mile or two at a crippling 8:30 pace before my legs warmed up. But they got better, and I was able to bang out that 15 mile marathon pace mid-week, or that 6 mile tempo. It was my morning ritual. The winter sucked so bad, there was no way to enjoy running casually for fun, so all my running was for training and that’s what I enjoyed.

But week after week, the time to warm up took longer, the pain I felt throughout the day became more intense and lasted the whole day. Walking would always hurt my hamstrings for the rest of day. Stepping from the street up on to a curb hurt my hamstrings. Tying my shoes even hurt my hamstrings, and I mean while bending my knees. I couldn’t bring my knees to my chest even while bending my legs,

But, I kept going. And I did so because I’m foolish like that. If I have a goal, its hard for me stray even when that goal is becoming counterproductive. It’s almost OCD in a way, and I know most other runners can identify with this. Getting a certain weekly mileage in, just to log that number becomes less than a means to end, but rather a goal in itself. I had a plan and it was Pfitz 18-55/70, and to deviate would be giving up in my mind, even when I started suspecting I should be cutting back.

So the straw that broke the camel’s back? About 2 weeks ago, I ran the 25K with hamstring pains. I didn’t write about this in my race report, but part of the reason I went out too fast was because my legs were in pain and it was hard to gauge if it was my hamstring problems or effort that was too hard. The best way I can describe it, it was hard for me to find the right pace because my hamstrings were what I was focusing on, and I guess fear made me push too hard too fast; maybe in the hopes of warming them up so the pain would go away.

But, the 12 mile “recovery run” at 9 minute miles the next day made me question why I was out there and what the fuck I was doing. I was out there because I planned for 70 miles that week.

From there, things were never the same. I struggled the following week. Skipped the VO2 intervals in the plan because I knew something was very wrong. Worse than ever in fact. I somehow managed a decent paced long run at 7:03 the following weekend and thought I’d be ok. But then, the next week was even worse. I couldn’t even walk, much less run without pain. I decided to take 3 days off and had suspicions my Boston marathon was in jeopardy.

Then midweek, I picked things back up a bit and went easy. But then comes the weekend. I wanted to believe things were better, so out of stubbornness, I squeezed out another 20 last Sunday at 7:19. And, I cheated too. I popped a tylenol before starting. Mask the pain. Brilliant, right? And, the whole time I felt as if I had a knife sticking out of my right ass cheek. If it’s not my right ass cheek, its my upper hamstrings, but it’s usually both at the same time.

For the past few weeks, I dread the idea of physically carrying out the action of running. Don’t misunderstand. I smell the spring coming. The weather has gotten so much better. It’s prime time for running hard and racing and I’m dying to do it. But it’s like I lost my legs. Ironic that I push through throughout the shittiest winter, and now comes one of the best times for running and I can’t do much. I flinch at the thought of the pain that comes with running for me at the moment. I can’t even walk up the stairs.

So I had the Sleepy Hollow half planned for this weekend. Up until today, I’ve been trying to figure out how I can get things fixed so I can run a good half, but I know I cant. Today, I couldn’t do 7.5 miles at an 8 minute mile without being in pain the whole time. Sub 3 in Boston? There was a time, before all the snow melted, I’d bet any amount of money I would go sub-3 in Boston. Now? Less than 4 weeks before the race? I should feel like I’m in my prime. I’ve never been in worse condition.

So my focus will now be healing. I’ll schedule an appointment to get this checked out. Right now, I suspect I have some form of tendonitis in my upper hamstrings. This isn’t a muscular problem; I’m convinced of that. Plus, it seems to behave like some sort of tendonitis. Things hurt at first, but become easier after warmup, and then hurt much later afterwards. Morning time, and nights are also difficult. It was the same way for my achilles and plantar fasciitis.

Hopefully, I can jump back in soon. I’m thinking the Brooklyn half should be my target. Its cutting it close give the time I suspect I’ll need to heal and the time I’ll need to ramp back up. But I have to have something to focus on, even if it’s temporary.

As far as the marathon? There’s always the fall. And I’ll try the Pfitz plan again. But, I’ll be more intelligent about it and I’ll have better conditions to train in any way.

Caumsett 25K 2011 Race Report

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I did the 25K in Caumsett Long Island. The results were not what I hoped for, but they were acceptable and I’m content. I finished in 1:43:42 which gives me a VDOT of 53.4. It’s the same VDOT I got from my 18 mile race last September, and it’s also my highest, but I was hoping to see proof of an improvement.

Considering how focused I’ve been on my training recently, I expected better, but I’m also convinced this was due to a poorly executed race. In short, I went out way too fast. It felt right, but seeing the pace on the Garmin, I knew it was way too fast.

The course was a 5K loop including a shitty out and back on a narrow lane with potholes featuring a 180 degree sharp turn around. This took place right after the loop closes, which features yet another 180 degree turn, but only slightly better. Since I was doing the 25K, it was 5 laps of this. There was also a 50K, which was the USATF National championships, so they had 10 laps of that. I happened to have done it last year. The 25k also happened to be the Long Island associated USATF championships.

A loop with two out and backs

I did the first mile in 6:14. A little nuts. I tried to slow it down to my target pace of 6:37, but did the 2nd mile in 6:30. I didn’t get my 3rd mile split since there was no marker, but my official 5K chip split was 20:03.

The second lap things began feeling tough and my 2nd 5K split was 20:35, so 10K in 40:38.

I started having my doubts while out on the third lap. I contemplated calling it quits quite a few times. I figured I’m getting accurate splits, so I’ll bring it in for 15K and either DNF or sand bag it for the final 2 laps. It was raining damn hard at times and the wind was near impossible to run against when closing the lap. I did the 3rd 5K in 20:48. 15K in 1:01:26. About 20 seconds and considerably off my weak 15K “PR” from December.

I’m slowing down, but I have enough for more so I go out for the 4th lap. This winds up being my slowest lap. Halfway through I have the mother of all headaches and I wonder if I’m having an aneurism. Well not really, but yeah, kind of.

Towards the end the 4th lap the out and back portion of the loop is getting to me. There are a lot of others on the narrow path and the orange cones that are supposed to be dividing the road into the 2 lanes each going in opposite directions are scattered occasionally to mark water filled pot holes. The terrain is a bit tough to race fast and passing others isn’t easy despite their courtesy and willingness to get out the way. I finish the 4th 5K in 21:11. This was a 6:49 pace. Just absolutely awful.

The last lap wasn’t so bad, but I pushed my hardest here. It wasn’t so bad because it was the kind of lap that went by surprisingly quick mentally. But, in actuality, it was only slightly better than the 4th. 21:06.

After that, I went to get my splits and saw my overall pace was 6:41. Not happy at all, but I knew immediately I didn’t run this wisely. I ate a turkey sandwich, did another 3 miles around the course to make it over 18 miles for the day and promptly headed home.

Later at home, I realized the time was equivalent in terms of my previous best performance. That made it a bit easier to swallow. At least I’m not any worse. Nonetheless, it would have been nice to see proof that the training is paying off.

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