I am beyond freakin’ grouchy today.
Before I start complaining my head off, let me quickly say I’m only sharing this b/c I believe in telling the whole TRUTH. (Not just the sunny side.) A part of me wanted to put my head in a hole or go drown my realizations at a local pub this morning, but the other part knows I’ve never kept anything from you — and it wouldn’t be cool to start now. So, please, take this information as it’s intended. (With a ton of salt and a truckload of perspective.)
Recently, I was diagnosed with tendinitis in my right knee. Which means for the last 2 weeks, I’ve been on 2400 mg of Motrin per day and 100 percent OFF my running legs. (Not cool for a girl who is a few short weeks from Marathon No. 2, right?)
So last week, not satisfied with my diagnosis or my progress, I took matters into my own hands and went to see an orthopedic specialist. (See pic, my doc Noonan is on the left.) After a heavy dose of calisthenics and several x-rays, I was diagnosed with IT Band Syndrome. He laid out my options — physical therapy, rest, ice, compression, elevation, etc.
He also said, “If you were post-marathon, I’d tell you to take a few months off from running. But b/c you’re this close to race day, a cortisone shot is definitely an option.” I asked, “Can we do it now?” He nodded. I came back with, “Then hell yes, I’ll take it.”
Listen. I’m all for taking a natural approach to wellness. For months I’ve seen the chiropractor and I recently added acupuncture to the mix. I’ve also cleaned up my diet, downed supplements by the fist full and have had more massages than should be legal. But in my humble opinion, there is a time and a place for traditional medicine — and for me, THIS IS IT.
Post-all-things-cortisone, I asked the good doc when I could run again. (After all, I have plenty of miles to make up.) He said Monday or Tuesday.
So here we are — Monday.
And folks, sh*t does not look good.
I went out this morning to give my legs a test drive. The first 3 miles were a-okay. I didn’t break any records, but I was thankful just to be out doing it. Things got shaky between miles 4 and 7, but I kept going thinking, “You’re not a f*ing baby. Quitting isn’t an option. Pull up your big girl britches sister and keep trucking.”
Miles 8 and 9 were um…telling. A little mean-spirited. Terribly hard-earned. I didn’t quit…but I know sure as I know my name that I didn’t do my body any favors.
Truth be told, I feel defeated.
Training for marathon No. 2 has been a full on b*tch. I’ve given this race SO MUCH MORE than I ever did marathon No. 1. I’m healthy, tone, lean…and honestly, stronger than I’ve been in my ever-lovin’ life. This time around I have fought through multiple injuries, added a sh*t ton of cross training and pulled out every last stop to keep my mindset (and attitude!) ON the freakin’ rails. That’s why it sucks eggs to be staring down a go/no go decision this late in the game.
So here’s where I am:
I know how HARD it is to run a marathon with all hands on deck. (I.e. healthy.) So I’m chewing on whether or not to pull the plug on Portland. If I’m honest with myself, (and you), I don’t WANT to run an ugly 6-hour marathon just to prove I can. That said, my ego isn’t quite ready to let this one go. So I’ll head out for a few miles on Saturday…after that, I’ll make the call.
I’ve said dozens of times that running has kicked my a**, broken my heart and snatched my pride. But I’ve also said an equal number of times that running gives way more than it takes. And right now, it may be giving me another valuable lesson that someone, somewhere thinks it’s high time I learned.
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Lots of you have asked about the floods in Colorado — here’s a picture of a creek I ran over this morning. Yeah — I’d say it’s full: