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25 Minutes of Bliss & Lessons Learned from Injury

February 27th, 2010

Happy feet.

“Before you come back next time, go for a short run. We need to see where that leg is at,” said Dr. Terry Andrus, my physical therapist.

Wait, did I hear that correctly? Did he just clear me to go for a run? *Big smile*

I guess he was reading my mind because he added, “Don’t make it a half marathon or anything. Easy and short. 20-25 minutes.”

“Okay,” I replied, laughing. “I know. I know.”

I was excited, but also a little bit fearful. The last time I had tried to run was February 2nd. I ran only 10 minutes before the pain in my leg started. I was scared, that after almost 4 weeks of no running, I might feel that pain again. I was afraid of what that pain would mean for my ability to meet my goals this year. I need to start running again.

Because of the weather, I was relegated to the treadmill. I readied my mp3 player and hit “Quick Start” on the “dreadmill.”  I decided to walk for about 15 minutes to make sure my leg was fully warmed up. Then, I stretched my legs a bit. It was time to speed things up a bit–but not too much.

Prior to this issue, my usual easy pace was about a 9 minute mile. But, I wanted to be even more conservative, so I put the treadmill on 6.4 mph (9:22 min/mile) and started to run. At first, it felt really odd – partly because I was on the treadmill, and partly because it had been SO long since I had run. It’s been probably 10 or more years since I’ve gone this long without any running.

About 7 minutes into the run, the Black Eyed Peas were singing, “I gotta feeling,” and I did have a feeling that this run was going to be a good one. No pain. Better yet, no hint of pain. My legs didn’t feel like they were in top running form, but they also didn’t feel injured. They simply felt like they needed to become reacquainted with this beautiful motion. Legs pumping and thumping in time… (Cake, “Going the Distance.”)

At the 14 minute mark, Lady GaGa was giving me her “Poker Face,” and I badly wanted to increase the speed. I didn’t. I knew that running fast would be a BAD mistake, no matter how much I wanted to feel that speed again. I just concentrated on running easy, with good form. I visualized running outside. I visualized being able to race again. And, then, I started grinning. Then, smiling. Then, giggling. I caught myself. After all, I was in the gym, and there were people lined up on the treadmills. The women next to me caught me. She looked away quickly when I caught her eyes and smiled. C’mon, ma’am, I’m having a GOOD time here. Join me!

But, I didn’t care who saw me and thought I was a lunatic. I was running again. My leg didn’t hurt. I hit the 25 minute mark and knew I needed to be smart and not go too far. PT said 20-25 minutes, and I listened to his advice. Even though the was short and I did it on the treadmill, it was the best 25 minutes I’ve had in a long time. The next run can’t come soon enough.

I’m so glad to be on the mend, but I think it’s important to be cautious and reflect upon what I learned from the experience. Perhaps some of you can relate, or will find these lessons useful.

If you are going to run an ultramarathon (or any race)–be prepared.

I wasn’t fully prepared for the elevation changes in the PHUNT 50k, and I paid a very dear price for it. Train for the distance, the weather, the terrain. The PHUNT was my first 50k, and I should have been more prepared. I will be next time.

Listen to your body.

Yes, I know, this is a running cliche. But, that doesn’t mean it’s not true. I should have listened to my body earlier. John and I were talking about the types of signs the body gives, and he said, “You know, if you were being *really* honest with yourself about what you were feeling, you would have taken it easier, right?” Exactly. There were signs that I had some weakness in the leg, but I pushed through some aggressive speedwork too soon after the 50k. Dumbass. It’s important to distinguish between the “normal” pain of training and the types of pain that signal something is wrong. At this point in my training, I do know the difference. But, I made bad decisions. One or two rest days before something becomes an issue can prevent four weeks of no running. I learned that one the HARD WAY.

Stay focused.

During the past 6 weeks, I did the best I could to stay focused on the long term goal of Lake Placid. I had to make certain that the training I was able to do (bike, swim, strength) was effective and helped to keep me in the game. However, I did lose focus for a few days, and it really affected the quality of those workouts, as well as my overall mental state. Luckily, I was able to re-group. Don’t give up – focus on what you CAN do, not on what you can’t.

Stay OFF Google.

It does the mental state no good to be searching your symptoms via Google. The search results will only lead to extreme fear as you read about all of the worst-case scenarios. One site I visited said that “hamstring tendonitis can take up to 6 months to heal.” Yikes! As soon as I stopped searching via Google, my head felt better.

Physical Therapy works.

I was a skeptic about PT. I didn’t think it would work, but I went because I figured it couldn’t hurt. Well, after the first visit I had with the PT, my leg felt better the very next day, and continued to feel better each successive day–with the happy result of being able to run after just one week of PT.

KT Tape works.

I used KT Tape off and on during the last several weeks, and it does help to manage the pain while training and post-workout. The staff are also super helpful. Because my issue didn’t fit exactly with the video instructions on their website, I emailed them. Within a few hours, they had responded with advice for how best to tape my leg. That’s service!

Take all the preventive measures you can to avoid injury.

I didn’t. I got hurt. I vow to use the foam roller, stretch and ice after each workout. When I trained for my first marathon, I did all of these things religiously because I was so fearful of the distance and the effect it might have on my body. During that training and after the race, I didn’t have any injuries. But, I got complacent. I thought, Well, I’m fine. Do I really need to ice after *every* run? Isn’t that overkill? I thought, No. I don’t need to do that. Guess what? I was wrong. Preventive care WORKS.

So, when I plan my training schedule, I will be sure to build in time for proper stretching, rolling & icing. It’s the only way to prevent injury.

Build a support system.

In addition to my doctors, it was helpful to have a support system that I could talk to about the injury, and what types of cross-training might be effective. This system helped with staying focused, and also kept my spirits up. John was a great source of strength for me, reminding me that this was a minor issue in a long journey. My friends and the twitter community were awesome as well. I am so blessed to have people in my life that have such depths of compassion and caring. Thank you so much to everyone who listened to me fret over the past several weeks. I appreciate each of you so very much. My coach, Jeff Kline, was also an important part of my support system. He didn’t give up on me. Quite the opposite! I’ve had challenging swim workouts (yikes! they’ve been HARD!) and bike rides that have kept my aerobic base in tact. His motivational emails and tweets kept my will strong.

Some injury prevention resources:

Not being able to run isn’t the worst thing that could happen to me, and it’s taught me some humbling lessons.  But, let’s be perfectly clear: I’m glad to be on officially on the mend, and back in my running sneakers. Lake Placid, here I COME!

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I’m injured, but I’m not out

February 19th, 2010

I have a case of what appears to be hamstring tendonitis in my right leg. At first, the injury led me to drop running from my training, and replace it with aqua jogging, while continuing my training with swimming and biking. However, at the end of last week, it became painfully (literally) clear to me that I would have to also drop the bike and aqua jogging. My coach took it a step further and said: no kicking while swimming. My first response: SERIOUSLY?

I found it impossible to be optimistic and find the silver lining at first. This news simply wrecked me. I spent Sunday afternoon sulking, icing and saying, “I don’t want to talk about it” every time John asked me, “How are you doing with this news?”

As I laid on the couch last Sunday, elevating my legs, and shivering from the large bags of ice I had placed all over my lower body, I felt completely helpless. I felt pathetic. I felt weak. How could I possibly finish an Ironman in July if I can’t even train properly? Who the hell am I kidding? I had lost my mental focus and the momentum that I had been building in my training. I had just come off a great 3.5 bike ride on Saturday (despite the injury), and now I felt like I couldn’t even get off the couch.

I spent most of Sunday and Monday secretly, inwardly freaking out. I tried not to verbalize my feelings because I felt like that would only increase my defectiveness, my weakness, my brokenness. I tried not to concentrate on the injury, but really, that’s been a futile exercise, made especially difficult by the fact that I have had a fairly constant dull ache in my hamstring. Pleasant.

When I got into the pool on Monday, I grabbed the pull buoy and placed it between my legs. No kicking. How the hell could this even count as a workout? Instead of thinking about swimming, I thought: I will gain weight. I will lose fitness. I will lose strength. I’ve worked so hard to get to where I am, and now one injury would ruin it all. My thoughts zeroed in on nothing but doom and gloom. So, suffice to say, that Monday morning swim was not effective for my training. My head was not in the game. I might as well have stayed under the covers for all the good that did me.

I realized I needed to be more pro-active, that I couldn’t just sit around icing and flailing around in the pool. First, I called a chiropractor, Dr. Reed Lerman, who had helped me with a minor case of hip bursitis I had last year. He uses laser therapy (sort of like ultrasound therapy) to help improve recovery. After two treatments last year, my hip bursitis improved within a week. So, I thought, perhaps this will help with my hamstring? I had a treatment on Tuesday morning, and by the afternoon the bulk of the pain in my hip area had lessened. More importantly, just the idea that I was doing something helped to improve my mental state.

And, this mental improvement, helped me make better use of pool time. By the time I got in the pool on Wednesday, I was ready to focus again. Instead of concentrating on what I couldn’t do, I thought about what this injury has “freed” me to focus on. For example, swimming with the buoy allows me to concentrate singularly on my stroke, in particular making sure I pull my arm all the way through the entire stroke (back near my hips), and ensuring proper body rotation so I don’t have to lift my head out of the water to breath. Guess what? This resulted in greater efficiency in my stroke, which was evidenced by decreasing lap times.

And, because I can’t bike, run or do lower body strength training, all of my strength work has been concentrated on my upper body and my core–which are my weak areas to begin with. I’ve included core work every day this week. If I had full use of my lower extremities, I wouldn’t be able to spend as much time on my core. Yet, a strong core is the KEY ingredient to triathlon success–it’s also important to help prevent injury. Hmmmm.

Yesterday, I had an appointment with my primary doctor, a sports medicine guy. He allayed my fears that this injury was some type of chronic condition, assuring me that based on his assessment of the hammy, there is nothing ACUTE about the problem. Just my body saying: Whoa, lady, we need to chill for a minute. He also gave me a script for physical therapy, that will also include some strength training. I have my first PT appointment today. I’m excited to be officially ON THE MEND.

I might have a temporary problem with my hamstring, sure. But, don’t count me out. In a few weeks, I’ll be rested, recovered, and ready to start kicking some a$$. SERIOUSLY.

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I’ve got a cranky tendon

December 2nd, 2009

my footMy foot started with a dull ache on Thursday afternoon (Thanksgiving) as I was preparing food to bring to my brother’s house. It felt “tight,” so I tried some stretches. But, the pain lingered. And lingered. And then did some more lingering. It was lingering and lounging on the top of my foot, as indicated in this picture. (Notice, also, the use of dark nail polish to hide the black toenails underneath.)

If you read my blog regularly, then you already know I have a deep-seated paranoia about *stress fractures*. (Shhhh, say the word in your quiet voice…) So, I immediately thought the pain stemmed from a stress fracture in my foot. Then, I did what any paranoid person does: I googled, “foot stress fractures.”  I had every single symptom, sort of. Seriously? Why do I do this to myself?

When I woke up Monday, and still felt the ache, I decided it was time to call the podiatrist. Perhaps the first reasonable thought I had since my foot started to hurt. Dr. Demarco is a patient and knowledgable guy, who has run many marathons, completed a few ironmans and plenty of triathlons. If he was a general practitioner, he would be my go-to guy for all things doctor-related. Alas – he just takes care of the feet. (Side note: after the first time I went there, he sent me a thank you note. I have never received a thank you note from a doctor before. It impressed me.)

Even though I called on Monday, he was able to squeeze me in this morning (Wednesday). He took x-rays, and also asked me about the symptoms. On both counts, the verdict was: no stress fracture. Relief! He said that I have a “cranky” tendon, which is causing a bit of a rubbing sensation because it’s inflamed. Okay, I can deal with that. I can handle inflammation. My husband and I buy bags of ice by the 10 pound bags. I’m a real ice queen.

He also said that I need to take it easy, but–and here came the sweetest words ever–I could run easy. Okay, I won’t be doing a mess of running over the next week or two. I need to appease the cranky tendon. And, the cranky tendon much prefers swimming and biking right now. But, I figure that’s okay because, after all, I’ve got an Ironman I’m preparing for, and biking is my weakness. And, well, 112 miles is a long way to go on a bike when you are good. If you need experience, 112 miles might just be a lifetime. So, if I want to be optimistic, I could say that the cranky tendon is doing me a favor, of sorts.

You know what else the cranky tendon would like? Some donations to the Iron Scholarship. :)   Please consider contributing to this fund, which will help economically disadvantaged college students pay for the costs of school. ANY amount–truly!–would be greatly appreciated. I know times are tough right now, so your support means that much more. Here’s the link for more information: http://www.runningalife.com/?page_id=374.

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