Ankle down, keeping my head up



I am finally easing back to my running schedule after I noticed an annoying pain on my right ankle and hamstring after my 12 miler two weeks ago. Stairs were the death of me. I had to wait a week and a half just to see the foot doctor and it was painful just not being able to run or not being sure if it was okay to run. Especially when it was my peak week and was going to accomplish my first 13 miles before I taper for my race this coming Sunday.

During this down time, the support of my family and friends and personal reflection, I found a silver lining. Maybe I’m being a whining drama queen about not being able to run, but running really has become a huge part of my life since I began training. And not being able to look forward to a run is real frustrating. The reassurance from my best friend helps me be more positive about this situation and to not push myself. I probably annoyed her with my ankle problems, but she has been encouraging me the entire time.

What was the silver lining? After being able to run 12 miles I am more confident that I have built enough strength and endurance to be able to run 13 soon. It’s all in my head, and I won’t let my mind tell me I can’t do it. I am also glad that this happened at the time it did because it gave the opportunity to kick back a bit and fix the rookie mistakes I’ve made. Since I hurt my ankle, I reevaluated how I’ve been running and realized how I haven’t been taking care of my feet and haven’t allowed for enough recovery. I’ve been able to “fix” this before my race, and I am thankful for that. Plus, I think the satisfaction of running my first 13 miles on my first race will be more rewarding than during my training. I love surprises.

My hamstring pain went away after a few days of relaxing, but the ankle pain remained a bit. The issue? My damn flat feet. I made the rookie mistake of not getting proper running shoes that were for long distances and flat feet. I love my Nike Air Max, as they are comfortable and colorful, but now I hate them. Macklemore said that air bubble was gonna make me fly. Lies.

Hearing the foot and ankle doctor tell me I can run was music to my ears and was just so good to hear. Before I could run, I needed to get some stability shoes. So I ventured away from Nike and went with a pair from Asics. Not as cool looking, but I’m going to functionality, not looks anymore. Learned that lesson the heard way.

Fast forward to last night, and I ran my first long run after two weeks. I nice 8-miler. I made sure to stop a few times to walk and not push it. That made a difference. I also changed my Nike Running app settings to only tell me when I am at the halfway point. I figured hearing statistics is disturbing and makes me think about the time, ultimately making me run even slower. Overall, my run was great. I needed that release and satisfaction that I can do it. My ankle feels a bit strained, but it’s OK.

All in all, lessons were learned, my spirit to run didn’t fade, and I am more excited and nervous to run this race than before. Maybe this was the push I needed to get me more motivated.


When you think you can’t: do it anyways





My training is a couple weeks past the halfway point and I’m less than a month away from race day. Where has the time gone!? These last ten weeks have truly been a fun ride and is helping me see and understand myself more. It’s a mixture of the running (of course), stretching, a bit of cross training, carbin’ it up, and simply feeling more connected with my surroundings.

Anyways, I learned a crucial lesson this week which I’ve always heard but didn’t really feel it until this week. The lesson is that the more I stopped the more tired I feel. Not this is a special lesson or anything, but learning this is helping me tell myself to keep going and not try to stop, especially when it comes to those damn stoplights.

I realized this phenomenon during a four mile run I was seriously not looking forward to and almost didn’t do. I really didn’t have any excuses and I definitely did not want to look back at the end of the week and see that I skipped out on a workout so recklessly. So I thought those four miles were going to be slow, awful, and dreadful because I was in a stressful and bad mood. But my run was the exact opposite. I didn’t have to stop at all on my route around Capitol Hill and I felt energized throughout it all. I think that was my fastest four miles outside by a couple minutes. I think a big part of it was also from the PB&J I ate before my run. Now I can justify eating PB&J! Love them.

This lesson hit home during my 11 miles with my running partner. We had to stop multiple times, and I felt as though my energy level was really lacking as the run went on. I still felt great after the run, of course, as you can’t really regret a workout. I am not upset or anything that we had to stop, far from it. We still got those 11 miles in. And I am proud of us. How can I complain about accomplishing 11 miles, even if it included some walking? That sounds ridiculous.

Wind and rain can’t stop a good run



My training program had us scheduled for an 8-mile run today. We got only about 4 hours of sleep the night before and not to mention it was pouring rain with wind at 9pm. Quite surprisingly, that didn’t stop us from following through with our longest run yet.

I will admit that I was very close to calling it quits about a mile in as we were soaked and had no idea of how long it would last. At first we were battling with whether or not we had the motivation to follow through with the run tonight, without realizing that it was pouring and windy until we were downstairs and ready to go.

I definitely would not have went through with this run on my own or on the treadmill. That just wasn’t going to happen. The positive attitude from My running partner Gina was just what I needed to get me pumped up before and during the run. She’s a beast. Simple as that. Also, having Timmy there was a nice surprise, even though I’m sure he dreaded it with all his might since we’re too slow for him, and the fact that the weather wasn’t in our favor.

But you know what? I’m glad that it rained like crazy. Maybe that demonstrates how crazy I am, but it was actually kind of refreshing. Like a water park for runners in the city. Even though I was so close to giving up in the beginning because I felt miserable and upset with myself that I was imposing this run on us that they are dreading, the weather cleared up after about 2.5 miles and it was just what we needed.

The route itself is more difficult because there was a couple steep hills to get to Kerry park. Unfortunately, I had to stop and walk majority of it. But hey, it’s better than a run that never happened. Although I stopped even with Timmy’s help to keep me going, it was a warming gesture that I didn’t expect.

This run also makes me appreciate my runs more. The dedication to keep going and follow through with our plan inspires me. It makes me happy and I feel supported. Also, I started thinking that if we can’t enjoy our runs in the pouring rain or when it’s not a perfect setting, we shouldn’t deserve to enjoy our runs when the skies are blue.

All in all, this was a run to remember. My legs are sore and my body is tired, but I am mentally energized with hope. Hope to continue this training program. Hope to push myself further. Hope to be inspired by others, especially twin. And hope to stay positive. How can you not with all the endorphins!?