I cannot wait to post this because I need your feedback on something. First, a quick note about Sunday.
Sunday was the first “official” day of NODM training and it was mostly uneventful, except that every time I got bored — like when T Junior was taking a long nap because he’s sick — I wanted to go running. Wanted to, but didn’t. Instead, I worked out with Dumb & Dumber (3 of 10 – bicep curls, overhead tricep extensions, chest flies, rowing lifts and pushups). I didn’t run because I did 10 miles on Saturday and the last thing I want to do is get hurt on the first day of training, which leads me to…
Okay, so I don’t really think I’m hurt. Mr. T says it’s probably a nerve thing.
Today was hard. (You can read about my major FAIL here.) My day was cursed. I didn’t sleep well last night. When I got out of bed this morning at 6:25 for my run, I never felt like I fell all the way asleep. No matter. I never made it to my run because T Junior woke up a lot earlier than normal.
The poor kid’s cold got worse today and I could not put him in the BOB and take him out on the trail just so I could complete my first 5-miler of NODM training. Instead, I took him to Target. (FAIL. Again, you can read it here.) We went there because I already decided I would do my run after he went to bed. But I wasn’t even sure that was going to happen.
Just when I thought the day was going to wrap up, a whole new…um…adventure started. T Junior’s faucet of a nose continued and the fever he had on Saturday came back. Then, he started crying and grabbing at his ears. Fantastic. But we did manage to calm him and he had some pain medicine. I read him four books, as usual, put him to bed and then changed into my running clothes. I left for my run as Mr. T started dinner at 8 p.m.
I do not like running at night. It’s darker than the dark in the early morning hours. The shadows are deeper and I feel like there are scary bad guys behind every shrub. I tried to ignore all that.
I did the loop that goes out of my neighborhood and through the well-lit main intersection in town — I don’t have to cross any streets or wait at any lights and there’s a wide sidewalk. My plan was for 5 miles with fartleks scattered throughout. I felt good at first and could smell Mr. T’s bulgogi grilling on my first pass by our house.
After 2 miles, I could feel pain in the two littlest toes on my right foot. A shooting pain. Sharp. With every step. This wasn’t the first time I felt it.
The first time was on my 8-miler two Saturdays ago. I felt it on my 10-miler this weekend, too, but not until late in the run. Tonight, it came on quick. By 3.5 miles, all of my toes on my right foot were getting this sharp pain that starts in the ball of my foot and then shoots through my five little piggies all the way to the tips when my foot rolls. Does that make sense? I tried to ignore it, but it was getting worse. I even whimpered out loud one time, “Ow.”
When I couldn’t help but limp, I decided I needed to stop. I’ve been reading way too many blogs about runners with injuries. I don’t want to add myself to that list. But what is this pain? Has anyone ever felt this? This is not a good way to start training. (Sad face.)
2/1/10 – 4.11 Miles- 42.51
Average pace: 10:25
Mile 1: 10:15
Mile 2: 10:18
Mile 3: 9:55
Mile 4: 10:57
.11 miles: 12:58