Saturday, October 22, 2011

11 Miles That Weren't

Where I found this lovely photo.

As soon as I knew I was moving to Wilmington, I found the calendar of a local running group and picked out a bunch of races that I wanted to run. Once I got here I remembered that races cost money and I am a poor graduate student, so I narrowed the field down to one - the Battleship Half Marathon, on November 6th. I've been training pretty consistently for this goal, averaging three runs a week, incorporating speed work, and forming a mini-running group that meets once a week for trips around the four mile loop at Greenfield Lake.

A week ago, I fell during what should have been an easy six miler. I rested my knee for a few days and kept it to short and easy runs. On Thursday I ran a glorious five miler, with an average pace of 8:50. (Speed work! It really makes a difference! Who would have guessed!) and then yesterday, I set out for 11 miles.

It was a bad run before I even started. Mentally, I was just not in the game. I didn't feel like running, I hadn't slept well the night before, and my motivation was zapped. "Chrissy," I told myself. "This is precisely the best time to run. It's easy to train when the weather's nice and you're feeling great. Anyone can do that. Days like this, however, are the days that count. These are the moments that separate the Runners from the People Who, On Occasion, Run."

I knew I was right (I'm always right) and so off I went. While I ran, I began crafting a great blog post about motivation and how training your mind is just as important as your body. The crux of this post was going to be the 11 miles that I finished, despite every fiber of my being asking me to go home and lay on the couch with a tub of hummus and the latest season of Glee. (Sometimes the thought of a good blog post is also highly motivating.) All was going according to plan when, at mile four, my knee started to hurt. And not the knee I fell on - the other knee. I tried to ignore the pain and that worked for a while. But then I took a break to stretch my knee and when I started running again - major pain. I realized, blog post be damned, it's never worth it to risk your knees.

I jogged another few minutes so I could round my run up to an even 6.5 and then walked the rest of the way home. My knee felt tender for the rest of the day and this morning I woke with some soreness. The half marathon is in two weeks and so far, my longest run was 10 miles, two weeks ago. This is not ideal training for a race at which I hoped to PR. I haven't registered yet, so I guess I'll give it another week and see what happens. If I can get a double digit run in next weekend, I'll feel ready enough for the half. If not, I'll save my money and find a smaller race to run instead. I'm also planning a renegade half marathon in December with some people in my program, for those of us who can't afford real race fees, so that's something. (We are going to make medals and shirts. More about that later!)

This is, of course, the hardest part about running. No matter how much you schedule, train and craft the ideal race schedule, something can happen at the last minute and throw all your carefully laid plans out the window. A wonky knee, an IT band, a fall on the pavement, a thunderstorm on the morning of the race, a sinus infection, a poor night's sleep. There's so much uncertainty in running. I try to think it as a metaphor for life and view of running as a way to help prepare us for the tragedies, big and small, that we experience every day. Which is helpful, sometimes. Mostly when my knee isn't bothering me.


  1. Oh man. Last night I had a 10 miler planned with 3 weeks till my first full marathon. My mental game is shot! The last thing I wanted to do was run. My legs were tired and heavy but could have pushed through. After 2.5 miles I knew I just needed a good nights sleep. I hope I got that because I have a 20 miler scheduled for Monday!
    I hope you plan gets back on track soon.

  2. The thing about those runs I'm dreading is that I ALWAYS feel glad that I did it after I'm done. It was probably a good call though to stop running when the knee started to hurt worse. Hopefully, it will mend up before the half.

    I'm a streaker, so as I read your list of things that challenge you when it's time to run, I immediately wanted to add the stomach virus and the day-after-a-marathon. It really does take a mental commitment sometimes to get out there and do those runs, regardless of your training plan.

  3. Oh, dear!  I'm sorry to hear about your knee pain.  That's strange to get knee pain so early in the run...

    And your line about the good blog post as a motivator made me laugh!  Ain't that the truth!

  4. That is a tough part about running. It gets annoying to get an injury right near a race. 

    Knee pain is the worst.  What type of pain is it? Where exactly?

  5. ((hugs)) I'm glad you knew when to quit, even if it was a few miles in.  I hope both your knees heel quickly!

  6. Knee problems suck. My right knee acts up any time I run up or down hill. I hope yours feels better soon!

  7. I hate when that happens. I once had a half that I had to bail on because I tripped over a shoe out on the porch and sprained my ankle. I very much wanted to run anyway, but my Dr. highly recommended that I pass. VERY frustrating.