You’re a mean one Mr. Grinch! You really are a heel. You’re as cuddly as a cactus, you’re as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch….you’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You know the saying, what goes up must come down …well, that applies to the runner’s high as well. The elation I felt after last weeks long run of 17.5 miles came crashing down this week reminding me that sometimes a run, just like the Grinch, can best be described in three words …stink, stank, stunk!
Even though last Saturday’s long run went so well; apparently, my body was in need of a little extra rest …and runners are all well aware that our bodies will find a way to get the rest it needs. While my legs felt recovered by Tuesday, I was feeling some tenderness in one heel and the other ankle was angry …therefore, I decided to take it easy with the mid-week runs and save my energy for the 19 miles Coach Hoho had on my schedule for Saturday. Sounds like a good plan, right? Right.
Monday: 1 hour strength training
Tuesday: 45 minutes Elliptical
Wednesday: 30 minutes Spin Bike
Thursday: Rest – while I did no workout, I did spend the majority of the day in the kitchen baking Christmas sweets and treats.
Friday: 12 mile run – this is where the already wobbly wheels completely fell off. I was supposed to run 19 on Saturday. However, the weather forecast was showing 80% chance of rain for that morning, so Major Hubs and I decided to go ahead and get our long run done on Friday morning to not only avoid the rain, but also to free up Saturday for last-minute Christmas festivities and prep. It was close to 70 degrees and 98% humidity when we started this run and within the first mile, I knew it was going to be a struggle. My feet, ankles and legs were already sore from being in the kitchen all day on Thursday and my lungs were screaming for air. By mile 8, my right foot was throbbing and I was just falling into a mental ‘funk’. A mile later, as I was crossing a street, a driver accidentally bumped me as he was making a turn. I clearly had the right-of-way and he clearly was not looking …texting possibly? Who knows. But this was the proverbial straw that broke this camels back. I was done. No, I wasn’t hurt, but I was done. All of the hustle and bustle of the holidays, the traffic, the constant ticker tape running in my head of all that I still had to do before Christmas, gifts yet to be bought and wrapped …I was just done. So, I stopped my Garmin at 12 miles, walked a half mile back to my car and sent Coach Hoho a text of defeat. Fortunately, she had a cut-back week planned for next weekend, so we just flip-flopped the runs and I will tackle those 19 miles next Saturday.
That old Grinch may have stolen my running mojo this week, but he has certainly not touched my Christmas spirit! I’ve enjoyed baking all of my favorite guys their favorite treats ….
…..and spending time with my sweet boys!
….and that’s a wrap! Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas and a blessed holiday with family and friends!
Finding “Fabulous” at Fifty, one week at a time!