This week was a recovery week which is good because I needed to recover. The long run on this recovery week was 13 miles. A measly stinkin' 13 miles. That's all! I mean my gosh! I can do that in my sleep.
Dragged myself out of bed at 5.30, got ready, and off I went. Before the first mile was over I'd had to stretch out my right leg four or five times because it was really tight and icky behind the knee.
A couple of miles into it I had a good at least 5 minute walk as I contacted the police because I could smell and hear gas leaking from some pipes near the soccer fields.
Just over 2.5 miles into it I stopped at home to go to the loo.
As I started into the second loop, my knee really started hurting. I stretched it. I took multiple walk breaks. But in the end I could only come to one conclusion: This really hurts. And I'm really injured. And I'm really sad.
I was listening to Chris Russell's "Run Run Live" podcast number 155 - a very special podcast. A, may I say, incredibly amazing podcast. And not just because yours truly did the intro. Ok, maybe that was part of it. =D But anyway, OTHER than the fact that I did the intro, the podcast was amazing. Inspirational. Informative. Etc. And I'd like to point out that episode 156 features artwork by my son. Thank you.
Anyway, just when my thoughts were solidifying thusly: "Oh my gosh. This isn't just a small one-week recovery. This is a big deal. This is going to take a long time. Oh my gosh. Oh no. I'm not going to be able to do the 60k. I'm really not going to be able to do it. I can't believe it. Oh no no no no no..." etc - just as these thoughts were solidifying, a song came on the podcast.
A very apropos song. A brilliant song. A really stinkin' funny song by Resurrected Runner. It was called "The day the Running died" sung to the tune of "The day the music died". I encourage you all to download Chris' podcast to listen to this fabulous song. Hahahahahahahahaaaa! In the midst of all my sad thoughts this made me laugh and brought a feeling of optimism.
Anyway, so the 60k is out. I felt pretty weepy about it on the run, especially while I was walking home I saw two fleet-feeted gazelle runners. *sigh* Oh well. Time to focus on healing and recovering. Bert wants me to do the Country music half with him this year. I will if I'm able to. I have plans in the back of my mind to do the Nashville Ultra 50k in October. We'll see how my leg feels come June before I totally solidify that decision.
And I think I'm going to post a bunch of pictures in the next post. Just for fun. =)