And that’s ok.
But it’s a hard lesson to learn, no?
After getting so excited about an easy 3 miler (an accomplishment around these parts lately), yesterday I hesitated hopping on the treadmill. Part of me was scared that it wouldn’t be easy again. Plus my left hip has been bugging me since yesterday’s run (for those of you counting, that’s a new pain – my right hip is the one I had problems with this year).
Eventually I sucked it up and got started. And I was right, it wasn’t easy. Not only it was hard, but I started having odd pains on my foot. My left foot, that battles plantar fasciitis on and off (if only I kept up with the PT and stretching, no?) was not cooperating. Not PF this time, but shooting pain up the foot. WTF! (But maybe it’s bruised from the 4 massages I had in one week period? Highly likely.)
So after a mile I figured there’s no point injuring myself. I’m so paranoid about injuries that I rather take it easy than push it through.
I changed the pace to a brisk walk instead, and the pain went away, I still ran a bit here and there once it stopped hurting, but I had already lost my running mojo. I finished with a barefoot half-mile walk with a little bit of running thrown in there, completing a 5k with a 12:47 pace at the end. Slow? YES!!! But slow is better than nothing. And though I still see walking as defeat, it’s still better than sitting my ass on the couch.
Hard runs are confidence killers, but I have to remind myself that even after amazing double digit runs on weekends when I was training for marathons last year, sometimes I would have a crappy 3 mile run home from work and had to walk most of it. So just because I had a bad run, doesn’t mean it’s all lost.
Tomorrow I’ll try again.