Running hard or hardly running? Either way, I am happy to report that I am taking steps in the right direction.
I finally saw my foot doctor again, and after she fussed at me a bit about failing to cash in my physiotherapy and orthotic prescriptions, she recommended I continue going out for runs as I felt able, and she told me to see her again after I had actually followed her instructions (for the record: it wasn’t my fault I didn’t do so the first time! I swear!). According to her diagnosis, I have an imbalance in the lower back that causes the pain to radiate down through the Achilles and peroneal tendons. So I start physio next week and get my new orthotics for day shoes and sport shoes at the end of this week. Hopefully I’ll have good things to report.
While the foot is still being annoying and I do have a slight phobia of foot injuries now that affects me during and after runs, the last few runs have been okay. Most aversion to running right now is almost all mental. I mean, I did take time off after an impromptu interval session, and that’s because the bones all weren’t too happy with me after that (I know, my bones aren’t the ones injured- but they take the brunt of the stress when tendons decide to take a day off), but I could have gone the third day and since then, my foot has actually been cooperating pretty well.
I’ve lately been feeling the need for speed a lot more these past few weeks than during marathon training. I notice for the first time in a while that my average pace during marathon training is a good amount slower than when running recreationally, because during marathon training I’m doing a lot more running (duh) and more easy miles. Also, getting energy up for long intervals once a week is much harder than going out for short tempo runs several times a week. Add these realizations to more reasons why it’s a good thing I took this break.
Meanwhile, Berlin seems to be telling me it’s time to get serious about running again.
It’s finally spring time here, and I’m seeing runners everywhere. Yesterday, there was the Big25 (25k race) as a part of the Berlin Runner’s Cup and I had the pleasure/curse of seeing them outside my window. I’m kidding… I felt a slight tinge of “why am I not running?” and then proceeded to cheer a few on. I’m not ready to do 25k right now, and my soul knows this. But I did head out for a pleasant 4-miler in the palace gardens of Schloss Charlottenburg later that evening, so it all worked out.
Looking forward, I’m continuing the “whatever works” plan and am kind of excited about PT. Does that make me weird?