I don't get injured much. Being a toe runner (not a fore-foot runner or a mid-foot runner, a TOE runner) most of my running-related injuries are having to do with my achilles and calf. Non-running related, when I was in tenth grade I took a really bad fall on my snowboard and could not run for almost an entire week. In 11th grade I hurt myself playing rugby that put my on the sidelines for a few days. The injuries you get from everyday life that keep you from running, I despise those injuries.
These past seven days were suppose to be pretty intense, 3 hard sessions with one in the middle of an 18 mile run. Tuesday I ran a speed fartlek in the morning around the inner loop of Sherwood, with warm-up and cool-down it was only about 6-7 miles, so that afternoon I went out and ran a moderately paced 8 miles. Wednesday I took it easy, 8 in the morning, 3 at night. Thursday I ran in the morning and had planned on running the Glow Run 5K on campus in the evening. I felt pretty good throughout Thursday.
Thursday around 3:00pm I was pulling Maddy's car seat out of my car to give to her Grandmother (my mother-in-law), she had come into town to help me prepare a meal for a co-ed service fraternity that I am the advisor for, among other things. I was in the parking lot at my work, the straps were stuck in the seat, I was pulling hard to get them out. I must have turned too much to one side...afterwards I was having trouble breathing. I thought maybe it was anxiety or the medicine I was taking for the chest cold. It started to get painful. I soon realized I had pulled a muscle in my back.
I went home to change, thought maybe warming up would help. I got back to campus, jogged two miles. The jogging was not helping, it started to hurt more and breathing became more difficult. I grabbed my bag and left.
I tossed and turned most the night, every once in a while I would turn a certain way only to be woken up with a sudden jolt of pain. Upon waking that morning, my back hurt but my breathing was better. I wrapped myself up in a tensor bandage and jumped on the treadmill for a slow 8 miles. I was able to manage 8:20 pace with only a small amount of pain, about 80 seconds per mile slower than I would have ran that morning.
Saturday morning I awoke and was determined to get a good run it. I once again, wrapped a tensor bandage across my chest and started running. Because my regular sitter was out of town and I didn't know how long this run would last, the treadmill seemed like my best option. Due to my legs feeling pretty fresh and pure stubbornness, I proceeded to have the best "treadmill" tempo run I have ever had.
4 mile warm-up @ 6:58 & 1 incline
30 min @ 5:49 & .5-1.0 incline
5 min rest (tending to Maddy)
20 min @ 5:49-5:46 & .5 incline
4 rest (tending to Maddy)
10 min @ 1.0 incline & 6:15 pace
5 miles @ 6:58 & 1.0 incline
(19 + miles)
I say "treadmill" because treadmill running and running on the roads are very different, I know that. Most conversion charts say that a 6:00 at 0 incline on the treadmill is equal to about a 6:15 on the roads. I am not sure if I agree with it being 15 seconds per mile different, but it probably pretty close. I am trying to get used to the 1.0 incline, throughout the workout I hovered between 1.5 and .5 incline.
Yesterday's 19 miles left me feeling confident for Mercedes. Though I missed three quality running days do to a freak injury, its going to be ok. I've learned another valuable lesson; make sure your husband takes the car seat out of his car before he leaves for the weekend.