After my first half marathon in February I had bad “knee”
pain which turned out to be my IT band. Despite this pain, like an idiot I was
back to running the next day. This pain turned into a fully IT band injury
which took months to completely go away after physical therapy because I
insisted on continuing to train. This time I am properly recovering after my
HIM. Partially because I’m a good athlete that listens to my wise coach but
also because I learned from my mistake.
People talk about having a lot of free time and going crazy from lack of training when tapering. Why did no one warn me about recovery week?! Poor Bill, I think I’m driving him crazy with my bouncing off the wall energy and my mind going all over the place. He was probably so looking forward to me training less because in his mind it would mean good quality time together but he might not think that anymore. Instead I spend my free time planning out house renovations and bugging him about “this should be the next project” and “how long do you think this will take” and “when can we start?”. I think soon he might be pushing me out the door to train in hopes I’ll calm down.
I definitely fell off the bandwagon for food. I told myself I was allowed 1 week of eating what I want. I realize eating like crap while my body is trying to heal is not exactly the best fuel for recovery but I don’t care and I think I deserve it. Now I’m not the type to go out a buy a bunch of fast food and drink soda or just drink for a week. I am however the type to eat chocolate in some form every day. And lots of peanut butter. And just sugar in general. I’m starting to get concerned about the sugar withdrawals I’m going to have. Sunday it’s time to whoop my butt back into eating better and I’m hoping to further improve my previous diet. I will eat you green food! Until then, I love you melted chocolate and peanut butter…yum. Go ahead, judge, I do not care!
Yesterday was the first day I’ve been on the bike since my race. All week I’d had weird feelings about taking my bike back out on the road. For some reason I didn’t want to face cars or the challenge of keeping a certain cadence and low HR on hills. Instead I decided to set up my trainer on my deck so I could enjoy the weather and avoid cars. What was I thinking? I hate the trainer! There’s something about the lack of moving forward that makes it seem like much harder work. My HR did not agree with what my effort felt like. My speed was pathetic, my power number which I only know on the trainer was just plain sad. Hopefully this is all because I’m still recovering.
Today will be the first time I’ve run since the race which is a long break from running for me. I’m looking forward to it. Puppy is looking forward to it as well. The race gave me a confidence boost in the running department. I’ve always said “I’m a slow runner” despite the fact that I’ve been slowly improving over the last year. For the longest time I wouldn’t even consider myself a runner. Now I feel like I can proudly call myself a runner. Do a still have a long way to go? Absolutely. But I’m proud of how far I’ve come. I am rarely proud of myself in any aspect of my life so for me to acknowledge it is a big deal. So I will say it again while I still have this feeling… I am proud of this girl who couldn’t run a mile without stopping to walk a little over a year ago. It’s all about the journey and I’m loving it right now.
People talk about having a lot of free time and going crazy from lack of training when tapering. Why did no one warn me about recovery week?! Poor Bill, I think I’m driving him crazy with my bouncing off the wall energy and my mind going all over the place. He was probably so looking forward to me training less because in his mind it would mean good quality time together but he might not think that anymore. Instead I spend my free time planning out house renovations and bugging him about “this should be the next project” and “how long do you think this will take” and “when can we start?”. I think soon he might be pushing me out the door to train in hopes I’ll calm down.
I definitely fell off the bandwagon for food. I told myself I was allowed 1 week of eating what I want. I realize eating like crap while my body is trying to heal is not exactly the best fuel for recovery but I don’t care and I think I deserve it. Now I’m not the type to go out a buy a bunch of fast food and drink soda or just drink for a week. I am however the type to eat chocolate in some form every day. And lots of peanut butter. And just sugar in general. I’m starting to get concerned about the sugar withdrawals I’m going to have. Sunday it’s time to whoop my butt back into eating better and I’m hoping to further improve my previous diet. I will eat you green food! Until then, I love you melted chocolate and peanut butter…yum. Go ahead, judge, I do not care!
Yesterday was the first day I’ve been on the bike since my race. All week I’d had weird feelings about taking my bike back out on the road. For some reason I didn’t want to face cars or the challenge of keeping a certain cadence and low HR on hills. Instead I decided to set up my trainer on my deck so I could enjoy the weather and avoid cars. What was I thinking? I hate the trainer! There’s something about the lack of moving forward that makes it seem like much harder work. My HR did not agree with what my effort felt like. My speed was pathetic, my power number which I only know on the trainer was just plain sad. Hopefully this is all because I’m still recovering.
Today will be the first time I’ve run since the race which is a long break from running for me. I’m looking forward to it. Puppy is looking forward to it as well. The race gave me a confidence boost in the running department. I’ve always said “I’m a slow runner” despite the fact that I’ve been slowly improving over the last year. For the longest time I wouldn’t even consider myself a runner. Now I feel like I can proudly call myself a runner. Do a still have a long way to go? Absolutely. But I’m proud of how far I’ve come. I am rarely proud of myself in any aspect of my life so for me to acknowledge it is a big deal. So I will say it again while I still have this feeling… I am proud of this girl who couldn’t run a mile without stopping to walk a little over a year ago. It’s all about the journey and I’m loving it right now.
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