I really hope the third time’s the charm. Surely the theme of this half marathon is a sign that I won’t get injured this time, mere weeks before the event when it’s too late to recover my entry fee?
I missed the Angel Island half marathon in early 2013 because of a dumb injury. Then, after that was all healed and I’d been training for five months pain-free, I signed up for Sacramento’s Urban Cow half marathon, and bought new shoes. And did two run workouts in two days in the new shoes, the second an 8-miler, which was the maximum distance I’d worked up to. D’oh!
I think the toe box in my new shoes is too small, or in any event, when I ran that day they weren’t properly stretched out yet, because the weird phantom marshmallow stabby pain I started feeling between my second and third toes was probably a nerve getting pinched.
I finally went to a physical therapist. She asked if I’d been resting my injury. Well, I dropped down from 17 miles a week to about 5, I said.
Ok, no, that’s not resting, she said. Huh check this out, your right calf muscle is really stiff! She proceeded to massage it so deeply I felt bruised for the next 10 days. Wow. By not for-real resting I’d managed to unconsciously hold my injured foot too stiffly, thus neglecting the range of motion that normal running would have afforded my calf muscle. Everything’s connected.
Fine. So for the past two weeks I’ve been for-real resting, and this Friday the PT will start a therapy called Astym, which is supposed to work in concert with activity to make the body regenerate healthy tissue. It means I can (gradually) get back running. My intermediate goal? The Davis Turkey Trot 5k with my daughter.
Just hoping, resting, trying to be smart, and maybe the charm of the Shamrock’n Half Marathon will work!