I ran solo on my lunch hour on Tuesday, and I decided not to listen to my playlist. Instead, I listened to the music of the world around me. The chirp, chirp of little birdies, the honk of the scary Canadian geese, the thump, thump, thump of a low-flying military-esque helicopter, the buzz-thwack of a bug hitting me in the face, the snap….snap….snap….of. Wait. What the hell is that?
I couldn’t figure out where the snapping was coming from. My hip, my ankle, my knee. I finally decided it was my knee. And it was driving me crazy! But my shin? It was fine. And that’s all that matters. Right?
Back at the ranch, I mean work, I didn’t even ice. I should have, but my shin wasn’t sore and so I forgot. Just before I left for work, I changed into running clothes again so I could head to my physical therapy appointment.
Tuesday’s PT Appointment
I was nervous about the appointment because I so badly wanted my PT to clear me for a 20-miler. With just a little more than four weeks till the marathon, I was worried that my longest run was going to be an 18-miler I completed in April — over two months ago!
But I talked to my PT, told him my shin held up well during my 10-miler and I had practically no soreness the next day. Then he pushed on the shin, tested my foot strength, tried to loosen up my big stiff freakish toe, and dug into my calf to get to my soleus muscle. Ouch! Good ouch, though. The result of all of this?
I was cleared. Twenty miles. But he wants me to do it this weekend so I have time to recover before the race. I have mixed emotions about the 20-miler. I’ve been doing all my long runs with my buddy Zoë (Run, Zoë, Run) and now I won’t be able to do this, the longest ever, with her. Makes me sad. And I will be in an unfamiliar location. A beautiful place, but a place I’ve not run in very much.
So there you go. I will be running 20 miles on Sunday in uncharted territory. I will do two out-and-backs so that I can assess my shin. Should be interesting.
But I don’t have time to think about it, so it hasn’t really sunken in. I just hope I don’t forget to pack my BodyGlide…or my Garmin…or my RoadID. I better make a list. Ugh. Another thing to do.