Sunday…my return to the great outdoors…at least to run. Or at least that was the plan. In order for me to leave the house for a run my wife needs to be home to watch the kids. They are a little too small to leave behind while I travel the sidewalks of the neighborhood. So instead I hit the treadmill again. The scheduled run was 8 miles. After the successful sessions with the treadmill, I decided to increase the difficulty and do the scheduled 8 miles. Not the best move on my part.
After two miles, I had trouble keeping up. If I only had a couple miles to go, I would like to think I could have pushed through it. Self-delusion is strength of mine, it seems. Mission aborted. So my excuses were: I am tired…I aimed too high for my first long run…etc.
That evening I decided make another attempt for an 8 mile run. This time outside, and this time at my pace, not the infernal torture device that is my treadmill. It was my first outdoor run since the sprain. I checked the temperature, 32 degrees. Perfect. I geared up; running pants, jacket, gloves, hat, GPS watch, and IPod. It is going to be a great run.
It started slowed, but I moved my way through the neighborhood. OK, I can’t expect to be right back to top performance after eight weeks off. At mile two, I cramped up. This isn’t the first time this has happened. Last time, I pushed through it for a mile until it subsided. Well, that was then, this is now. By mile four I was done, and couldn’t push any further. Time to go home.
By the next day my ankle felt as bad the week after I sprained it. It seems the concrete is harder on my ankle than the treadmill. Go figure. Am I doomed to the life of a treadmill? The treadmill means no interesting encounters. If I stay inside I won’t see turkeys, storms, a live sitcom,or porn. I pushed myself too hard too soon. It seems that 8 miles on the hard concrete was too ambitious.
Now I need to hold off on the training for a week. I need to let the ankle recoup. I plan to change my training from a marathon to maybe a half, or 10k. It will limit my miles, and slowly build back up. I wanted too much. Foiled by the sprain again!
Next Run: Who knows?
Next Race: Kelly St. Patrick’s Day Shamrock 5K