I’ve been listening to my body lately, and this is what it’s been telling me:
Stop, Eyeguy, stop!
That’s right, an inflamed left Achilles tendon and a flare-up of my sciatica have knocked me out of marathon contention for this fall and left me wincing anytime I try to take a step over 4 miles per hour or so. Most of you can imagine how important an Achilles tendon is to running (as in, not optional), and for those of you who have never experienced sciatica, picture a 6-inch ice pick in the small of your back and the resulting pain which radiates from your buttocks down to your ankle. There, is that descriptive enough for you?
I had noticed the problem first after I ran a 5K on a treadmill on a steamy late July morning (a respectable 22:19 if you’re scoring at home), and I cut back my mileage for a while to rest and heal up before my marathon buildup which was scheduled to begin in mid-August. But my first double digit long run a couple of weeks ago did me in. I’m off the roads for a few weeks now, stretching and crosstraining in the gym with the elliptical trainer and recumbent bike.
Bottom line, with the hills and track work that I was doing in the summer, I overtrained, and now I’m paying the piper. So unlike me to overdo something like that…
I can’t really complain, though, since I’ve had a good year: two half-marathons, a 10K and a 5K plus numerous great runs with the Sunday morning gang, “Team Wannabe.” I hate it, but resting and rehab are an ever-increasing fact of life for a fortysomething runner who started up around the time of the 1972 Munich Games and really hasn’t stopped since. I want to run for as long as I can, and a little change in plans now is a small price to pay for what will hopefully be more great runs and maybe even another marathon somewhere down the road.
So, I told you what my body has been telling me. Any word from yours lately?