It has been two months since my previous post; an equal time has passed since any inclination as emerged through my bout of mild depression and allowed me to ramble about life and the habits that accompany each day. I had a great couple months (relatively speaking,) to begin the year's training regimen, but those efforts turned sour in a swift drop of the guillotine. I was running shorter doubles on the weekdays and longer trail runs on the weekends in an attempt of increasing my endurance. Unfortunately, my pussitis surfaced before I had a chance to realize my glory days may have to be put on hold.
I have had issues with tendonitis in my left hamstring along with tendonosis issues in the right Achilles. Luckily for me (sarcasm being spared) both demons showed their ugly, influential faces at the same time. A say 'luckily' because if these issues were back-to-back versus corresponding, the depression that ensues would only be expanded and increasingly painful. The humiliation that comes from No-show and DNF statuses next to your name on early-season race reports isn't a humbling experience, no, they are experiences like that of losing a best friend, or watching a loved-one be pained; they are experiences that one does not grow from or gain wisdom as a consequence. Experiences such as this are simply demoralizing and exhausting to witness. Not to mention the humility that comes from throwing down a sub-2-hour 20-miler one week, to watching soaps on the elliptical's television the following Monday in hopes of recovering again before your next Weekend Warrior stint.
I don't mean to bitch and moan about my present circumstances. It is my own damn fault I'm in this situation anyhow. I write now simply because I need to be consistent with all that I do. So I'll start here, at a place where I'm on stage, front and center. Although I'm next to positive that no one is in the audience, there's an open invitation to the world. Let's hope in the coming months and years, I can give them a reason to pay a little time to this one-man show.
Hey Sam,
ReplyDeleteLooks like you took that Prefontaine saying too literally. But seriously, that 20 miler pace was a 2:36 marathon pace. I don't know how many marathons you've done, but perhaps you over did it. I think you have to try and stay a little more patient and get yourself a foam roller too if you don't have one. I find it really helps the legs recover from hard efforts.
Good luck and keep at it.
Ken