I’m hitting a wall in my half marathon training, and I’m getting discouraged (I know y’all are so over me talking about this, but it’s a big part of my life right now. Can we still be friends?). There will be no inspiration or life lesson from this post today (joke’s on you — there never is!), nor am I looking for your pity and assurance that I can do this. Scratch that. I will take your pity. And heck, I won’t even turn away your encouragement.
Last week when I ran 6.25 miles for the first time, I was on cloud 9. I felt great the entire time. I felt like a badass afterward. I wondered if I’d hit that runner’s high that I’d heard so much about. But best of all, I felt like I could do this half marathon.
Today I’m feeling less confident and rather blergy.
Since then my runs have ranged from “meh” to “Like, OUCH,” most recently ending in “ERMAHGERD THIRS SERKS!” My right foot’s inner arch hurts, making my ankle hurt, and radiating up my leg. I can’t depend on my right leg for any strength during a run. Stepping off a curb or over some wacky terrain the wrong way could possibly cause my whole leg to give out. Hopefully no one will be watching when that happens. OR maybe they will be, and I just might make someone’s day. SILVER LINING, Y’ALL.
I had a shoe fitting at Luke’s Locker at our Zooma training kickoff a few weeks ago. Shannon was super knowledgeable and really took a hard look at how I walked and jogged, inspected my shoes for signs of how I run, and thank God I had on good socks that day so she wasn’t subjected to my normally dingy whites. It’s the little things. She told me that I slightly overpronate and fitted me for a light stability shoe. I decided to wait until I could justify spending $115 on shoes, and unfortunately I think that time has come. Last time I bought a pair of shoes that cost that much I was a carefree teenager and Doc Martens were still in style.
It’s probably the pain talking, but since no run has been good like the one I mentioned above, I’m feeling down and discouraged. I love that I’m training for this race. I’ve always “meant” to register for a race, but never actually did. This gives me something to shoot for. Training for something gives me a goal and a challenge, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it when the girls run down the street calling out, “Look! I’m essercising!”
But it’s proving to be quite challenging indeed. How naive of me to think I could just go out and train for this thing with no real knowledge of the sport. How silly I was to think there would be no ill effects on my body and that I, of all people, could avoid injury. I’ve been to the ER 10+ times in my life. Avoiding injury just isn’t something I do.
So this means I’m now looking into things like compression socks, Trigger Point, calf sleeves, and MY BRAIN IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE. And my leg still hurts.
I have 7 miles on the calendar this weekend — meaning Sunday since I’ll be at MomCom Austin all day Saturday. Check in with me Sunday night to see if I’m still alive, mkay? And let me know if you’ve ever hit a wall during training where you just didn’t feel like you could — or wanted to — go any further.