Skip to main content

Was I really born to run?

This year marks my second attempt training for a marathon. Last year I was 16 weeks into training, on my 17 mile training run when my IT band flared up. I was out from May 14 until sometime in October. This last season I have been (in my husband's words) "over the top" careful. I started training in January and have religiously stuck to my schedule. I rolled with this beast after every run:
...and took a 10 minute ice bath after every run over 10 miles.


A couple of weeks ago I started feeling loss of strength in my ankles. Come to find out, I have PTT: posterior tibial tendonitis. Chistopher McDougall is up in the night - we were NOT born to run! No matter what you do - barefoot running, extensive stretching, swimming, biking, weights, perfect scheduled training, icing, rolling with a stinking PVC pipe you can still get injured. No matter what they say, running is just not good for the body! so why then is it SO addicting:)

Comments

Bennett Family said…
Bummer - sorry. :( You should just WALK one! Lots of people did it! And I agree - MUCH better for your body. Good luck!
Amy said…
I am sooo feeling your pain Bianca. Everytime I get close to making real progress I get hurt. IT band issues, then spraining my foot, then spraining my ankle. Sheesh. I think it's so addicting because there is nothing like the high that comes from pushing yourself to do something so hard. Running is not easy, no matter how many miles you go. I can come home, exhausted, tired and sore, and just feel so good about myself. I've been trying to make do with lots of walking, but it just isn't the same mentally. :(
chelsie said…
Bianca - sorry to hear your bad news. I know how much work it takes to get to a 17-mile run - what a bummer!! Scott was training for the Seattle Rock-n-Roll too and got a stress fracture in his femur - he's backed off and is planning to give the 1/2 marathon a try. He likes barefoot running but will probably run with some funky toe-sock looking shoes. Good luck getting back on your feet :)

Popular posts from this blog

Baby Charlotte

My official due date was August 17th or 15th depending on who you ask. Both Eden and Eliza were born exactly 13 days before their due date. So, when I went in for my 38th week appointment Monday morning, August 4th I reminded my doctor that not only do I come early but when my water breaks, I deliver lightning fast. He checked me. I was a 2 and 80% effaced. His last piece of advice was to rush to the hospital if I started contracting at all due to my VBAC risk. He also joked that he would most likely be seeing me next week...my contractions started 7 hours later... Driving Eliza to harp lessons they were 5 minutes apart. Came home for dinner at 7 and then varied from 5-7 minutes. Contractions stopped at 10:30 but woke me up at 12:30. Dave and I decided to go to the hospital at 1:30. Despite the intense pain, the nurses check revealed that I was still only a 2. She hooked me up to the monitor, and for one hour I suffered through some intense contractions spaced at exactly 1.5 minutes ...

Let's just call this paybacks

Dave got the heads up this morning that we were going to have a couple of "special" talks on reverence today as the Stake Presidency was a little concerned about how loud our sacrament meetings have become. I thought ~ great, let's prep the kids ~ I told them that they were to be on their best behavior, no snacks, no toys, no talking, you get the idea... The meeting went pretty smooth until the Bishop got up. He very tenderly started talking about how important it is that we teach our children about the sacrament...it was at that moment that my family fell a part. Eden and Luke started fighting and Liza and Tucker started screaming---did I mention we were on the second row? I grabbed Luke and put him in a body hold and motioned for Dave to get Tuck and Liza out. Dave left with Liza and Tuck (so I thought...) and next thing you know, Tucker is up on the stand running back and forth behind the Bishop. My sweet friend sitting next to me jumped up to get Tuck, but he of cours...

Lesson Learned

Have you ever been in a grocery or Target type store with all your kiddos and had a lovely employee tell your children to "please sit down in the cart!"? Well I have...several times. Each time I politely smile and say sorry, but all the while my brain is filled with smart aleck comments like "hey, last time I checked, I was their mother," or, "lady it's either standing up in the cart or pulling product off your shelves-you choose!" I have been sufficiently humbled. This morning, like all mornings, I put Eliza in her high chair to get her out of my hair for a moment so that I could make breakfast. She immediately climbed out and was about to stand on the table when she lost her balance and fell to the floor. I raced over to pick her up and noticed that while she was trying to scream nothing was coming out of her mouth. I picked her up and she started seizing, her eyes rolled back into her head and then she went limp. No words can describe the thoughts...