Remember when I posted on best intentions and my race calendar? Little did I know just how prophetic it really was. As I sit here typing this, in my head I’m hearing:
“OK Universe, I get it.” and “Ever wonder how hard it is to take down a runner and triathlete?”
When I should be preparing to drive to Louisville after work to start the Triple Crown 5k race tomorrow, I’m contemplating what “taking it easy” and “rest” really mean. If you’ve met me in person, you know it’s really hard to contain me and keep me still. My easy, rest days are some people’s workouts.
It started in January with severe shoulder and arm pain. Something that the doctors could not explain after several expensive (!!) and sometimes very painful tests. It derailed both my biking and swimming training plans. I eventually turned to my trusted acupuncturist, and after a little over a month of treatment and testing, I was finally starting to recover. I had lost some training time, but I was back on track and could hopefully catch up quickly, even posting my anticipated (and easily attainable) race schedule.
Then in February I found myself in the hospital with an unrelated ailment. This one finally took me down. I have always said I have a really high tolerance for pain, among other things. The medical staff was floored I didn’t end up in the hospital sooner. Other than when I was born, I have never had an overnight stay in a hospital (in fact I despise hospitals). I was pretty pathetic, going from running several miles a day, to begging to walk a few feet up and down a hallway. Sitting still in hospital bed is not a good look on me.
I was unable to run my last 2 races. I cannot run for at least a couple more weeks, which also derails my entire Triple Crown racing schedule. I can walk (very slowly, ugh!), so I’m still on track to Hoop The Half Marathon. But I can’t swim or bike. I may try some light yoga, but I’m supposed to avoid sweaty (bacteria-laden) gyms and tight clothes. Apparently the Universe really wanted me to slow down and take a rest. I wasn’t overtraining or going gung ho 24-7 recently, but apparently there were other plans for me. This is not really how I wanted to take a rest from training (ha! like I EVER want a rest from training!), or take a 2 week break from work (can’t say I missed it), or to lose weight (really, really hope that wasn’t muscle weight!). I get the message now, though I really wish it had been via postcard or the “Rest Fairy Godmother.”
How have you been able to get through a difficult rest period?