Thursday, May 1, 2014

When you can't run

So I've not really been blogging about anything, because I haven't been running. But of course, since my blog is a catch all, all over the place, not really on one topic, started on rants and moved on to running type of blog, I really could sit down and tell the tales of anything I want to. So this is a tale about one of those things, but is actually also about running, and toes, and then not running.

If you've noticed the link over there --->> you'll know that I've gone and done it, I've signed up for the 2014 Chicago Marathon. And once again, I'm raising money for a good cause, this year it's CARA's Road Scholars program. You can read more about that over on their page and I'm sure I'll tell you more about it later, as this post isn't really about that. Anyway, since I signed up for the marathon, I'm back into full "I need to train for the marathon" mode. I'm pretty excited about it because I feel like I'm in a much better place than I was for my first marathon - a lot more miles under the belt. Since finishing the Cowtown Half in February, I pretty much took March off (ran one time) and then started picking it up the milage again this month. My plan was a pretty simple one:
  • Run Ravenswood 5k as I do every year
  • Start training with the summer half marathon CARA group on May 3
  • Do half marathon training until full marathon training starts up in June
Right? Easy peasy. The last few weeks, I start upping my mileage - nothing too drastic just enough so I'm ready to run Ravenswood and start the half marathon training the following week. I'm feeling good and pumped up.

Mr. H. is currently training for the Cleveland Marathon, so Saturday mornings means he's away and Baby H. and I are hanging in the house where he plays and I try to keep him entertained and do some cleaning. This day's entertainment included building a pillow pile on the living room floor. We gathered all the pillows and he proceeds to jump on them while I try to clean the kitchen. At some point during this, Baby H. must have gotten out his drum. Later, while cleaning up the pillows on the floor, I kicked the drum, which is better than kicking the bucket, but still hurts like hell.

My stubbed toe (left foot, toe next to the pinky) hurt, but nothing, I thought, out of the ordinary. That is until about an hour or so later and I realize my toe is still hurting pretty bad, and woah, what a lovely shade of purple. That picture over there was taken after icing and elevating it for an hour or so. So now I'm convinced I've actually broken my toe, on a drum, the day before a 5k. At first I decide it probably isn't really all that bad, but then like an idiot, I go to the internet and hear horror stories of people who ran with injured toes and can now barely walk. I make an executive decision to NOT run the Ravenswood and hope the toe isn't broken.

The following Monday I go to a local foot doctor who is wonderful, and gets me in right away and placates me about my little toe. By this time, it's not hurting anywhere near as much, and all swelling has gone down, and I'm kinda feeling like maybe it's not really that big of a deal, but she seems pretty impressed by the damage I've done. Luckily, the damage I had done did not include breaking it; just really badly bruised. So she tapes me up, tells me to stay off it of as much as I can, and to wear one of those lovely shoe things for a week or too.

I hate it when things like this happen, I mean don't we all. But just as I had geared myself up to really jump into training again, and now I can't. It seems like this has happened to me before. I take a few weeks of from running, and then just as I'm ready to get back at it, I get sick, or stub my toe. The good news is, it seems to be healing pretty quick, so I think I'll be out there sooner rather than later. Which makes me happy. Because it's only when I can't run that I seem like I really want to.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You'll be back up and out there in no time, toeing the line, as it were.

Miss the first week or two of half training, then jump in the for the next two since mileage will still be a very reasonable 5 and 6 miles. Then transition seamlessly into full training, rock the bejeesus out of the program and pull of a simply hellacious PR at Chicago 18 weeks later.

Whamo!

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