Dem Some Tired Ol' Bonz!
The lesson I learned this week--
I'm NO spring chicken anymore. As 35 is approaching rapidly, I am realizing what they mean when they say you "feel your age."
First off, came a setback with my running program. I went to our third week of practice. In a nutshell, it kicked my butt, but I made it through--vowing to have a good week of training ahead. I don't want to die this next week when the run jumps all the way to two miles straight. (Yes, we'z a little fearful of next week, my friends.)
The evening after the run, and the next few following days, I started having some severe pains and aches in my joints. Specifically, it started in my flat feet (the root of all the evil) and moved to my ankles, knees, and then my hips. After a day or so of rest, I tried running on it again. I had my son (on his bike) and my daughter (in her jogging stroller) and the run was a total disaster. I will NEVER try to run with two kids again--even dangling promises of picnics at the park didn't help my mission. But, aside from the problem of getting to our destination, I was in serious pain. That night and the following few days, my knee joints hurt so bad that it kept me awake at night.
This was all very frustrating and disheartening. I am just about 1/3 of the way to my goal and I don't WANT to quit. But, my body may be trying to force me to. If it were just my being out of shape, I would suck it up and not feel so doomed. But, this is a problem I can't fix. I have flat feet. I buy the right shoes and orthodics, but I had this issue running when I was even a lightweight in high school. My Mom used to massage my tired toes every night and I cried from the cramping in my arches. I know this pain...I have felt it before. And I weighed a LOT less back then.
Then, Saturday was a big social night for us (after much anticipation and several failed tries for a date night). A neighbor was having a surprise party for her husband's 40th, and so we had the kids stay with the in-laws and planned to have a real grown-up night. Ok, the party was a blast. It was a Casino theme with all the games and trimmings and dealers at each table. There was free-flowing beer and wine. And I drank this wine as if it were water. Not a good idea.
The next day, I felt every bit of my almost 35 years. Guess what? I am not a college kid anymore. I know most of you in the land of reality have realized this about yourself by now, but it takes some of us with thick skulls a little longer. And, if you have not, then go out and try to live it up until 2 in the morning like you used to in your early 20s and see how YOU feel the next day.
Today, has been a day of recovery and rest (as much as you can get with two kids who have had little sleep and are wired from too much apple juice and ice cream at Grandma's). I'm vowing not to do that to myself again...at least not for awhile anyway! And the running...sigh...well it hasn't happened this week at all. I am going to run every day up until the practice and hope I can make it through those two miles without serious pain. If you don't see any blogs from me after next Wednesday, you'll know I didn't make it and they had to peel my cranky old bootie off of the track.
I'm NO spring chicken anymore. As 35 is approaching rapidly, I am realizing what they mean when they say you "feel your age." First off, came a setback with my running program. I went to our third week of practice. In a nutshell, it kicked my butt, but I made it through--vowing to have a good week of training ahead. I don't want to die this next week when the run jumps all the way to two miles straight. (Yes, we'z a little fearful of next week, my friends.)
The evening after the run, and the next few following days, I started having some severe pains and aches in my joints. Specifically, it started in my flat feet (the root of all the evil) and moved to my ankles, knees, and then my hips. After a day or so of rest, I tried running on it again. I had my son (on his bike) and my daughter (in her jogging stroller) and the run was a total disaster. I will NEVER try to run with two kids again--even dangling promises of picnics at the park didn't help my mission. But, aside from the problem of getting to our destination, I was in serious pain. That night and the following few days, my knee joints hurt so bad that it kept me awake at night.
This was all very frustrating and disheartening. I am just about 1/3 of the way to my goal and I don't WANT to quit. But, my body may be trying to force me to. If it were just my being out of shape, I would suck it up and not feel so doomed. But, this is a problem I can't fix. I have flat feet. I buy the right shoes and orthodics, but I had this issue running when I was even a lightweight in high school. My Mom used to massage my tired toes every night and I cried from the cramping in my arches. I know this pain...I have felt it before. And I weighed a LOT less back then.
Then, Saturday was a big social night for us (after much anticipation and several failed tries for a date night). A neighbor was having a surprise party for her husband's 40th, and so we had the kids stay with the in-laws and planned to have a real grown-up night. Ok, the party was a blast. It was a Casino theme with all the games and trimmings and dealers at each table. There was free-flowing beer and wine. And I drank this wine as if it were water. Not a good idea.
The next day, I felt every bit of my almost 35 years. Guess what? I am not a college kid anymore. I know most of you in the land of reality have realized this about yourself by now, but it takes some of us with thick skulls a little longer. And, if you have not, then go out and try to live it up until 2 in the morning like you used to in your early 20s and see how YOU feel the next day.
Today, has been a day of recovery and rest (as much as you can get with two kids who have had little sleep and are wired from too much apple juice and ice cream at Grandma's). I'm vowing not to do that to myself again...at least not for awhile anyway! And the running...sigh...well it hasn't happened this week at all. I am going to run every day up until the practice and hope I can make it through those two miles without serious pain. If you don't see any blogs from me after next Wednesday, you'll know I didn't make it and they had to peel my cranky old bootie off of the track.
posted by Crazy MomCat @ 1:02 AM
2 Comments:
Hey, I'll be your reality check... You had a baby LESS THAN 1 YEAR AGO!!! Your body has shown that it can withstand a lot. :) Maybe you should try transitioning to swimming? Does it *have* to be running?
(not to be all susie sunshine and everything... these were just my first thoughts!)
Swimming is something to think about. I really SUCK at it, but if I have an injury from this it may be all I can do. If I can make it through this program, I'll cut back to running a few times a week, aerobics, and weights 1-2 times a week. More balance will probably help too. But, right now I just want to make it through the 10 weeks and the 5K at the end. Thanks for the suggestion!
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