I Didn’t Listen to my Body, and Now I am Hurt.
All my life, I've struggled to know when to listen to my body. Growing up, I took pride in being involved in everything. In college, it was typical for me to play in multiple basketball and soccer games in one day. On one occasion, I ran my first ever half marathon in the morning, and then played midfielder for an entire soccer match. I thrived on pushing my body to the absolute limit. When I was young, there was barely an consequence. I thought of myself like those dragon ball z epic training episodes. The more I pushed my body, the more it would respond, and the strong I would get.
Fast forward to today about 10 years later. Now that mindset is continuously getting me into trouble. Over the last few years, Ive been dealing with nagging injuries that spawned from overtraining or weak muscle groups from a lack of ancillary conditioning. I haven't gone a full year 100 percent healthy while running, because of nagging IT Band or ankle issues. And then, the day after finishing the Sugar Burpee Challenge, I decided to do something stupid, and go for a 10K run through the neighborhood.
I was doomed to fail from the beginning. First of all, I was INCREDIBLY sore! I'm talking about all over my body. As I mentioned in my earlier post about the challenge, I was literally struggling to breath normally without pain for the next week. Considering I was wheezing and that my legs felt like jello, you would think that I would give myself a break and rest the next day. But did I? Nope. I was determined to stay on track with my marathon training. I was determined to make sure I was prepared for the Austin Marathon and the best way to do that in my opinion was to pound the pavement.
Three miles into the run, things went down hill. I felt a pop in my left calf, a feeling I've never felt before. With every step that followed, my calf would tighten up like a stone. I knew immediately that this was retribution for putting my body through the rigors of a run after doing something so stupid like performing 885 consecutive burgees. Ever since that day, I've been unable to run more than a few miles without my calf tightening up once again. And so, with the Austin Marathon less than a month away, I've decided to defer my entry until 2019.
I’ve used a few random pictures here to highlight what I’ve accomplished over the last year. Like a lot of people, I tend to spend more energy contemplating the negative in my life and how I can change it, versus celebrating the positive aspects of life and thanking myself and my body for achieving so much already. It’s hard for me to admit that I am not ready for the Austin Marathon, but this by no means is me giving up. I’ll be back on the dreadful hills of Austin suffering the marathon at some point in the future. But for now, it’s time to create new goals, and keep pushing forward!