AKA “Did not start”. This weekend was a good weekend, but it was not a good running weekend.
When last we “chatted”, I’d just finished a hard half marathon that included two+ miles of pain in my foot + a wicked bad blister on my heel. Not knowing what caused those issues and a cold rainy day led me to choose the treadmill on Friday. Unfortunately, thanks to the blister, my 11 miler became 6.1.
Not to worry, I’d run on Saturday instead. I had the brilliant (not) idea to run to packet pick up for the Love the Run 5k that I was running the next day. It was a 6 mile run and I figured I could add on some distance in the neighborhood near the store and get 11 miles in. Beer Geek said he’d pick me up in the store when I was done.
First, I spent the first two miles convinced I was going to toss my cookies in someone’s yard. No idea what that was all about. Finally got that under control at about mile 2.
Then, at mile 3ish, the pain in my “good” foot returned. I was wearing a different pair of shoes from the brand that caused the blister AND from the brand that I was wearing when the foot pain started during the half. Yes, 3 different brands, 3 failures.
I figured I could keep running and just finish the 6, but then my right calf seized up. Yes, in case you are wondering, this is where I should have called Beer Geek. Instead, I hobbled/walked/ran 2.5 miles with a pain in my left foot and a seized up right calf.
I’m determined mentally strong stupid like that.
Long story short, I spent the rest of Saturday limping, was unable to run my race on Sunday, and am not letting myself run today.
In fact, I volunteered on Sunday, but I made myself wear jeans to the race because otherwise I probably would have been stupid enough to run.
Five weeks to go until my big adventure. Fingers crossed that this is just a minor setback.