- No stress fracture
- Badger football on Saturday
- Colorado tomorrow
- I get to meet Courtney this weekend
- Still have to wear the boot
- Start PT today
- No Badger bar in Boulder
I started a blog post last week entitled: Baby Steps.
I use DailyMile. I still use it mainly because I’m too lazy to put it somewhere else. I get those weekly emails of your Activity Report. I hate those emails more than anything when I’m not running and minimally running. I feel like I’m being taunted by the internet. Finally this week I received one that didn’t make me cringe for the first time in months. It wasn’t high mileage, but it wasn’t 0 or 3 either. And it was more than the week before.
I got lazy/bored with myself so never finished the post.
Skip ahead to Thursday and I finally admitted to myself that the pain in my left foot was more than my PF and more than normal pain. I hopped on MyChart and requested an appointment with my ortho. Turns out he was out of town for two weeks, but there were able to get me in to see someone else. I took the 8:00AM appointment on Friday. I went in, explained my pain and my belief that I had a stress fracture in my left metatarsal. She did a bunch of tests: had me hop, poked my foot, and had x-rays taken. Nothing showed up on the x-ray, but that doesn’t mean anything. She gave me a boot and asked if I wanted an MRI. I discussed my options with her and decided to schedule an MRI.
This is what my foot looks like (don’t even act surprised that I put a Bucky Badger sticker on my boot), and I had my MRI this morning. Now I have to wait. I’m not good at this. It is a probably stress fracture and there is a chance it is in more than one metatarsal. As of right now I have to wear the boot for a minimum of three weeks, but I will find out more.
In what is not normal fashion for me, I have not cried. I almost did when I left the doctor’s office, but didn’t. I don’t know what it is. I can swim and bike so I did both this weekend. I quit one gym and joined one with a pool. I’m a happy fish back in the pool so I think that part of this will be fun.
I’ve been thinking a lot about all of this and how frustrated and burned out I’ve been about running. As I started biking and swimming again I thought back to my triathlon years. I never got injured. Triathlons are forced cross training. I may need to go back to something like that. I’m sick and tired of spending so much time at the ortho’s office. I don’t know what I’m going to do and I’m not giving up running. I’m just frustrated.
It’s funny what will motivate a person. I find motivational quotes nauseating. They do nothing for me. I have all kinds of things motivate my running over the years. From attacking a new distance to reaching new goals. I’ve been pretty unmotivated lately and really have no idea why. But for the millionth time am going to start over.
Yesterday I was digging through my purse, one I’ve had forever and just switched back to, and found this:
I used to be able to run that. Those numbers didn’t scare me. I stared at it for awhile. I’ve thought about it since. I’ve pulled that silly little piece of paper out of my purse several more times. I desperately want to be able to run that again. I do not have a race in mind. I do not have a plan on when this will happen. (I’m not running the next two half marathons I’m registered for; one because I’m undertrained and one because of a trip.) Basically I have a ton of time to base build and come up with a plan. I’ve done this enough times I trust myself to create my own plan whenever I choose to actually race 13.1 again.
I love this distance and I don’t want to be done with it. I know I’m capable of more than what I have half-assed this year. My PR is from NOLA in 2012. I think it’s time to change that.
I ran this race last year as part of a friend’s Bachlorette weekend. It was picked solely because it fell on the right day. Then I adopted my wonderful Rosie last July and realized I could run the six-legged race in 2014. I basically registered the second it opened and paid an extra $5 for Rosie to get an adorable kerchief.
My mom decided to run it with us so we all drove over to Tosa in the morning. Rosie had decided she was afraid to go outside that morning so we had to take a bathroom stop as soon as we arrived. As a responsible dog owner I’m always prepared. Rosie and I checked in and mom registered herself. We still had a lot of time to wait so I let Rosie sniff every dog that we walked past. She behaved so well I can’t even believe it. I tried to get her to go into one of the little pools, but that didn’t work.
I think there was a little too much waiting around for Rosie. She started to get antsy. I don’t blame her. The 5k for just people started first. Finally it was our turn to go. The mass start overwhelmed her and she spent the first half mile checking to make sure I was still behind her. We had to make another bathroom stop at about three quarters of a mile. Thankfully the water stop had garbages and water bowls for the dogs. Rosie decided she need water from all three bowls. It was warm and humid so I wasn’t going to stop her. Sometimes I forget just how happy she is when she is running. We stopped at all three water stops and then pushed it on in for the finish. Since mom ran with the first group (no dogs) she was at the finish to capture us.
Overall it was a blast to run a race with my favorite running buddy. Rosie has been a great addition to my home and loves running probably more than I do. It wasn’t fast, but it was her first time running with that many people and dogs. We’ll do another one for sure.
So I’m a little behind on blogging. I’m also lazy. And it’s summer (well supposedly). Really I just haven’t felt like it. Plus Ragnar didn’t quite go as I had planned (more on that later).
The Thursday night before Van 1 all gathered in Milwaukee and started our trek to Madison. We had a nice little surprise when checking in at the hotel. The “suites” I thought I had reserved turned out to not be suites.
After giggling like morons as we do, we went to bed. And what felt like moments later, Jen, Erica and I got up stupid early to meet the rest of Van 1 and head to the start. I’m pretty sure Erica said “Running is stupid” as her first sentence of the morning. I expect nothing less. We went to the start line and had to listen to the dumbest, most annoying safety talk I’ve ever had to listen to at Ragnar. As in we actually complained about it. Before we knew it Erica was off and running.
I was runner six this time so had a lot of time to eat gummy bears, help navigate and wait around. I could tell it was getting hotter and started getting whiny. I also knew this meant I would be slower. Stupid heat (and undertraining). I made sure I was hydrated, covered in sunscreen and not super excited about 9.6 miles in the middle of the day in direct sun. The first several miles were on the road and in the sun. I saw three dead turtles in the first three miles. At about mile 4 we turned onto the Glacial Drumlin Trail and I stupidly thought the shade would last. I had shade for about half a mile. When there was intermittent shade and a little breeze it actually felt good out there, otherwise it was miserable. I pushed myself to the finish, ignore the pebble in my shoe for the last half mile and happily handed off to Van 2.
I quickly said hi to van 2 people and then realized my foot felt funny. I thought it was the pebble in my shoe so I just took my shoe off. It was then I realized my foot hurt and not my usual PF pain. I kind of limped to the van, shoeless, because there was no way I was putting my shoes back on at that point. I really didn’t think too much of my foot at this point. I just wanted nuun and to sit down. Since I was runner 6 we were off duty at this point and heading straight to Water Street Brewery in Delafield. When we got there I realized I could barely put weight on my left foot. I hobbled into the restaurant and immediately called my dad. I knew the pain wasn’t normal. As soon as I told him what was going on my heart dropped. He thought it could be broken.
After lunch we set up camp (a shade tent) at Wales Park and I iced my foot with hopes that it would miraculously not be in pain any more. I rested for quite awhile and then had to hobble across the park to use the bathroom. My foot definitely still hurt so I continued to ice it. I called my dad again and we discussed it. He ended my Ragnar then and there. The positive was I had already run over half my miles and my team was totally awesome about breaking up the rest of my runs. I almost cried once, but held it together and decided to still enjoy the rest of it.
I ended up doing a lot of navigating and some driving to give Aaron a reprieve. Erica took my second leg, three miles in her old neighborhood and then we passed off to Van 2 again. It was almost
We got up after something like three hours of sleep, which was awesome. I slept pretty well. No random person tried to wake me up this year so that was a plus. I was still a little sad to not be running, but was very much looking forward to breakfast after Van 1 was done. By everyone’s third leg people are just tired. We wanted to get our runners done before it got too hot and my teammates were running extra miles since I couldn’t run. We made it to Exchange 30 and passed off to Van 2 with breakfast in our sites.
After a wonderful breakfast we found our way to the parking lot that had buses to the finish (I still don’t like this). We got our free beers and some pizza and settled in on a blanket before the rest of the team got there. We had time to do a little Ragnar shopping and drink some more beers that we brought. I found Mo finally and then Van 2 got there.
Anne came flying in and we gathered together to run to the finish. Ragnar number 4 was done.
And then we had the absolute worst part of Ragnar: The Drive Home. We got back to Milwaukee around 8:00pm on Saturday, unpacked the van and that was it. I showered, started laundry and went to bed. I think I slept 13 hours.
Foot Update: it was not broken and actually started feeling a bit better by Sunday. I’m glad I didn’t run on it, but sad I only ran part of Ragnar. I guess I just have to go back for 2015.
It’s Ragnar week! Basically the only thing on my mind is Ragnar and how to get to Thursday evening. Sadly I have a very busy week at work and can’t only think about Ragnar. Heck, I haven’t even started packing unless you count the candy and snacks I bought at Target yesterday. And yes, I do need gummy bears and skittles. The skittles are about 90% for Sara.
Instead of writing another packing list or giving helpful hints (Past Ragnar Posts) I’m going to repost photos from all the fun we’ve had over the last three years. I can’t believe this is year number four. I have had so many awesome adventures and made some amazing friends. We learn from each year and always have a good time.
I find I’m not actually very good at writing these recaps, but I’ll give it a go anyways.
We all know I was under trained and had thrown my goals out the window. I think I still ran the race because 1) Thai Phi was coming into town to run it and 2) I’ve wasted a lot of money on races I didn’t end up running.
Long story short: I am so glad I ran the Wisconsin Half. It was almost perfect weather. I got to see lots of friends on the course. Several friends got PRs. All in all a very good race day.
The night before involved me picking Thai Phi and Mark up at the airport, getting dinner and then picking out race outfits. Thai Phi brought approximately 14 options and I turned out to be useless in helping her decide. After catching up for a bit we realized we needed to go to bed since we were getting up at 5:00am. I slept surprisingly well for the night before a race and before I knew it we were all up and heading over to Erica and Chris’s condo. Chris was wonderful and got up at an hour he doesn’t believe exists to drive us all down to Kenosha.
We got dropped off as close as cars were allowed and immediately wanted to get back in the car. It was windy down by the start. Bathroom lines, gear check and finding friends all took very little time thanks to this being a small race. As we all wandered to the start we said good luck and separated out to our respective pace areas.
My race plan was to go out very easy. I have never concentrated so much on holding my pace back. I had to just let people go by and follow my plan. My plan was to stick around 10:00 min/miles for the first three miles. None of them were at 10:00, but they were close and I’m glad I kept it at that pace. I slowly picked up my pace and was quite happy to see Mark and Chris at mile 5.5. I chucked my arm warmers at them as I had taken them off around mile 3.
The out and back portion was beautiful and not too windy. I got to see almost everyone I knew who was running the race during that portion. As I got to mile 10 I thought I was going to speed up more than I did, but really just ran what I felt and reminded myself that I was not fully trained for a half marathon. I did end up passing lots of the people who went by at the start and that made me feel good. I tried really hard not to pay attention to my overall time and just watched my pace. I saved enough to really sprint in the finish and then felt like I was going to puke when I crossed the finish line. I didn’t. I grabbed some water and cheese and then went to get my gear bag. Compression socks were a must.
I made it back over to the finish line to see Thai Phi finish and set a new PR. Her two best half marathons are both in Wisconsin. I, not so secretly, love this. It means she has to come back. We grabbed the finish line cheese and went to get out beer and brats.
We enjoyed our beer and brats and waited for Erica to finish while listening to the Polkaholics. They weren’t good. Thankfully the sun was out so it wasn’t too cold once we weren’t running. As we were heading to the car at a brisk waddle pace we got to see Tracey come in for the finish. Once arriving back in Milwaukee it was declare shower and nap time. Thank goodness I got that nap in.
Half Marathon #18