We’ve all done it, right? Gone out for a hard run. And then a long run. Longer than was appropriate… and ended up in pain.
Last weekend Bryan and I took a day-hike for his birthday. He was the birthday goober, and that’s what the birthday goober wanted to do. After all, we moved up here to be closer to the mountains, so it’s dumb not to use them.
Ain’t he cute?
Anyway, I thought to get a little downhill training prep in for the Horsetooth Half, and run down the mountain. It’s just shy of 2000’ of elevation change over maybe 4 miles. You know, quality time up with the husband, quality training down with the legs. Efficiency at its best.
No surprise I woke up sore on Sunday. All week I’d been looking forward to an 11 mile Sunday long run with the FCRC. They’re cool people, and Sundays are the one day a week I run with others. It’s a nice change for this introvert, plus we were going to meet back at the Rio Grande downtown for margaritas on the cheap. So sore legs, schmore legs. I showed up…and missed a turn in the last mile out of an out-and-back, for total mileage closer to14 than the 11 I was shooting for.
Dumb dummy moron move right there. I have a terrible sense of direction. I shouldn’t break away on a new route like that.
So today I can’t walk. Well I can, but I look like I have a stick up my ass when I do stairs. Or curbs. And flat surfaces, actually.
Case in point, I went down the hill in our backyard to see if the chickens had laid any eggs, and practically fell on my face. There were no eggs. I did some pushups after work, but stopped because it hurt my thighs. That’s right, the pushups hurt my thighs. My arms were fine.
I’ve been running for over 12 years. That’s a lot of experience, and I still do dumb sh*t. Not as often as I used to, but every once in awhile. And you know what? It’s okay. When your social life, athletic goals, and recreational pursuits are all rolled up into one, sometimes you’re gonna overdo it. When that happens you just take some ibuprofen, drink some water, have a snack, and take a nap. You’ll wake up in pain, hungry, and all out of sorts, but it’ll be ok. No harm done – even if there’s pain, it’s probably all soft-tissue. Give yourself a couple days to get your feet back under you, and you’ll be good to go again.
I promise. And I’m right there with you.