supereli23

Running Through a Fulfilled Life


1 Comment

I <3 400's

I have come to the official conclusion that speed training is effective *cue everyone saying DUHHHH*.  However, I am not a fan of the feeling of sheer nausea that overwhelms my body when attempting to do said speed work. Vomit anyone?  No please.

So I was rather proud of myself that today I succeeded in:
1) Running 10×400 repeats at 7:00/mile pace (aka my goal 5K pace)
2) Performed said repeats with only 1 minute of “rest” in between
3) Did not toss my morning bagel, coffee, and rice cakes onto the treadmill deck
4) Performed speed work on the DREADmill.  I don’t care if people say running on a treadmill is easier.  The one I run on is not.  It is old.  It is total 100% JANK.  I would rather run outside or on a track any day.
5) I completed 5.5 miles including warm-up and cool-down.  Then promptly ran 2 miles later on as a “shake-out” run.
6) My knee behaved like a good girl should even if it was only because I patellar strapped the hell out of it.

So therefore, I have also decided, my favorite speed workout is 400’s.  Because they are hard enough to make my legs turn into turd-piles, but also short enough that my food stays in its digestive track.

Happy and Feisty Eli, rejoice!

Image

Happy Running!

Advertisements


2 Comments

MRI *drumroll please*…

MRI was completed yesterday and it revealed the following things:
1) I suck at life
2) I have a partial sprain of the MCL
3) My long battle with a crunchy kneecap is confirmed: I do have chondromalacia!
4) There is some fraying of the posterior horn of my medial meniscus
5) My ACL surgery is kind of a giant ho bag since all the metallic instruments and hardware used obscured any kind of quality imaging.  Slut.  Dirty dirty ACL slut nugget.

So what does this all mean?
I was instructed that this does not mean surgery.  I need to let the sprain heal.  And that means continuing to baby the knee.  I am going to try out some Flector patches to hopefully calm the inflammation down.  And basically, after that, it is the whole “wait and see” game.  So unfortunately, that means Mr. Lumpy…who is apparently Mr. Lumpy the bastard child of Ms. MCL…is here to stay for the time being.

Image

Eli Sads.

Image


Leave a comment

I Will Make it Through

Still no insurance approval for an MRI.  Still playing the waiting game.  But in the mean time and in between time, I have figured out a way to run through this.  I am taking things easy, cutting back on overall mileage, intensity, and volume…but I can still run until things are figured out.  I have been wearing a patellar tendon strap, which applies the right amount of compression over my bump which I have so fondly named “Mr. Lumpy”. 

I was able to run a 5K this morning.  The Mercy Health Run 5K.  The strap popped off when I took my first step after “Runners to your mark…GO!”.  Had I tried to pick up and put it back on, I most certainly would have been trampled.  So I ran without.  And took it easy.  I felt like I could have pushed much harder.  Every downhill and turn was done carefully; I listened to each instance of pain more than I even listened to my body’s perceived exertion.

Image

I was able to turn in a 23:40.  I will take it.  I will definitely take it when 2 weeks ago I was convinced that I was going to become a cyclist.  I finished 1st in my age group.  And the course measured .1 miles long.  So technically a 7:38 pace becomes a 7:27 pace.  Right where I was before “the INJURY”.  If anything, it was nice to be wearing a smile on my face…while wearing running clothes…and losing myself to the run.  I look forward to days when I have a healthier knee because I can certainly say, PR’s will fall this season.  Even if it is not until the Fall, PR’s will definitely “fall” (tee hee, pun).

 Image

Image

Image

Happy Mother’s Day to the Best Mother in the World who can still bust out some pretty fast 5K’s in celebratory fashion…And to the Best Mother in Law in the World!  And to all the Mom’s out there…thanks for doing what you do.  It may go unappreciated at time, but it really does make all the difference in a child’s life.

 

Happy Running!


2 Comments

The Post I Have Avoided Writing

This is a post that I have been meaning to write, but haven’t because it is a rather sore subject.  I’d much rather recount the many half marathons, 10K’s, 5K’s, and training runs I have done over my, albeit short, running career.  I never like talking about the dreaded “I” word: Injury.

Right now, I am a very much injured runner.  A runner that is hoping that somehow venting my feelings to my blog will serve as a therapeutic release.  Two weeks ago, Glass City served as a reminder that I am capable of so much more and I can and will break my major PR’s with a little hard work.  So last weekend, I set off to prove just that. I wanted to run an 8 mile “long run” since I was planning on running the Huron Lighthouse 10 Miler this weekend.

My mantra that repeated in my head: “throw the hammer down“.  So I pushed it.  It was an comfortably harder-ish pace.  I never felt pain.  I never felt a wrong step.  8 Miles Completed in 8:20 pace.  I was a happy runner chick.

Image

And then I sat down on the couch, to catch my breath and noticed that my right knee looked like it had exploded.Image

I have a long, storied, and rather colorful history of knee problems.  Stemming back to my college soccer days.  And I FREAKED out.  My right knee has already been through an ACL Reconstruction with medial meniscal repair.  Hubs got to deal with an inconsolable wife.  I was positive my knee was done-zo.

So I went to Urgent Care and had X-rays done (PS never use urgent care; as they are neither helpful for orthopedic injuries and you will likely find yourself nearly choking out a CNP for hating upon running).  They were negative.  Saw an ortho on Monday.  He wasn’t concerned.  So my next few days consisted of icing, ultrasounding, ther ex’ing, and attempting every blasted taping technique I know.

Image

Image

I attempted to slowly jog again on it Wednesday, so I could make a pre-game decision as to whether I was capable of running this weekend.  We all know how this ends: it was not to be.

Image

I don’t have pain while running.  I have a little soreness medially on my knee when walking and working.  No catching, locking.  But there is that God-awful lump.  And it gets bigger with running.  Gets smaller when iced.  

So I insisted to my ortho that I get an MRI.  And that is where we wait.  I should get my answers next week whenever I can be scheduled for the MRI.  And then I will finally have a diagnosis.  And finally have some treatment options.

Until then, I will continue to be a very sad Eli that cannot run.  I can only bike and sometimes elliptical.  And my 2012 Racing Calendar will be somewhat in jeopardy.  It’s funny how it took all of this to make me realize how much I truly love running and enjoy running in races.  I apparently love it enough that my mood and general demeanor have changed, I refuse to read my current issue of Runner’s World because I told hubs “it will just make me really depressed”, and have randomly cried to nearly all of my family members.  Stages of grief, much?  

Hopefully, next week holds some answers.  And hopefully the answers involve a quicker than anticipated return to my sport.  And hopefully I can learn to channel my overall crap attitude into something more positive.  Hope, hope, hope.

 

Normally I end each post with “Happy Running” and I still wish this to each of my readers.  I pray I will be back soon to join you.