After that, Hare always reminded himself, "Don't brag about your lightning pace, for Slow and Steady won the race!"
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Sunday's 10 miler with my RBK was, well, crap. We were very anxious to go running that morning, we talked about it all night at work. I was hoping my asthma would behave, I had 10 miles to do, I didn't want to be huffing and puffing the whole time, slowing RBK down.
After our 12 hour shift, we changed and met up at Bayshore, just like usual. We started our run at a great pace, I was amazed at how well my lungs were feeling. This is going to be a great run. Somewhere around our second mile, I felt my ankle pop, but it didn't hurt, it just felt like cracking a knuckle. I mentioned it to RBK and we continued to run. Since our longest run along Bayshore was only 9 miles, we had to go a little past our normal turn around point to make the last mile. We ran til we found this cute little park by the water somewhere between miles 3 and 4. We wanted to stretch, drink some water, and use the bathrooms. Once I started walking my ankle was rebelling. WTH? It kept popping, painful popping. OH CRAP! All I could think was 14 days. There was 14 days before our next half marathon, I can't be hurt. I stretched my calves and did some gentle ankle rolls, hoping to get it back to par, but as soon as I would start running, POP, POP, POP.
The last one really got me, and had me hopping around like a fool. This is where we met Debbie. Debbie is a running coach and organized runtampa.com. She stopped and asked if I was ok, and I told her I just had some painful popping, but I was just going to walk it out a bit and hope it got better on its own. She told us about her running community, invited us to join, and we went our separate ways. I walked a good bit and finally got back into running. My ankle was still popping but wasn't hurting as bad. Thank goodness.
RBK and I found our groove and were running along when, BOOM. RBK tripped over the uneven sidewalk and landed hard. I almost tried to catch her and I used all my brain energy to slow time so she wouldn't land as hard, but nope. As she was sitting on the ground assessing the damage, here came Debbie. She probably thinks we are complete idiots and doesn't want us to join her club now. Luckily she had a gallon jug of water by the road for her runners and RBK was able to rinse her hands off in clean water.
Gravity 1 : RBK 0
We walked a bit more. We were only about 4.5 miles into a 10 mile run, are you freakin kidding. When I had told Smooth we had a 10 miler to do, he said, "So, you're going to be running all day." We laughed and I probably gave him a dirty look, but now I was beginning to think he was right. It might take us forever at this rate. We get back into our run and debate on making it a 7 mile run and saying screw it, and running our 10 a different day or sticking our tongues out at gravity and anatomy and going the 10. Of course, we had to finish the 10. We couldn't let them, whoever they are, win.
Miles 4 and 5 were awesome huh?
Towards the end, RBK went ahead of me. The ankle pops were getting painful again. As much as I tried to tell myself that 13.1 miles don't just run themselves, a voice answered and said, 13.1 miles can't be run with a broken ankle, so I took it easy.
When we, FINALLY, got done, we headed into our breakfast joint. We hadn't been there on a Sunday morning since our very first run, and we had forgotten how busy it gets. We were excited about this well deserved delicious breakfast. But, unfortunately we didn't get to eat a delicious breakfast. We are huge fans of the poached eggs they serve there, but on the weekends, because it is so busy instead of using a pot of boiling water, they use a poaching pan. YUCK!! There is nothing worse than an undercooked egg. Breakfast fail!
After I came home and foam rolled, iced, and put on my compression socks I went to my doctor googled what could have been going on with my ankle. This is the best explanation I could find, but I'm not 100% that is what was going on, because if the tendon was slipping out of place, it was also slipping back into place as well.
"In people who recurrently sprain their ankle, it is not uncommon to hear clicking coming from the outside of their ankle. This phenomenon is commonly known as “snapping” ankle or slipping peroneal tendon. As the name suggests, the clicking sound arises from the peroneal tendons slipping in and out of the groove behind the bone sticking out on the outside of the ankle. Medically, it’s known as peroneal subluxation."Read more: http://mcr.coreconcepts.com.sg/snapping-ankle/#ixzz1IAg7O6hX
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Tuesday morning we were supposed to run our 4.35 mile loop, but I had forgotten my gym bag. Since I had my shoes in my car, I decided to run in my scrubs. Yuck. Bad choice. But I got through it. Our breakfast was back to its yummy self too.
Tonight RBK and I are going to see My Run at the Cinebistro in Hyde Park.
What is the correct order to ice, foam roll, and compress?
Living in the sunshine state with my awesome husband and tiny rockstar chihuahua. My big goal is to run 50 half marathons in 50 states by the time I'm 50. Trying not to let asthma or night shift get in my way.