These are all written in each particular day’s perspective.
Tuesday: (5 miles in 45:02 - 9 minute pace) I was very apprehensive about this run because of my bruised tailbone. All day Saturday, Sunday, and most of Monday, it was hard for me to walk normally let alone try to
run hobble. I was in a huge depression and freaking out because this week is the most important week of this training cycle. After this week closes, I will begin tapering for the Wineglass Marathon for 3 weeks (oh my God -what?). I followed the doctors orders (still am) by icing, using warm compresses, and taking my prescription Motrin 600 mg. I’m even sitting on a pink child’s sized inner tube - and, I currently am as I speak.
My pride dies a little every single time that I carry this inflatable piece of plastic around with me. For the past 3 days, my life has been filled with jokes at my butt’s expense and ‘how is your backside' related questions. Anyway, when I first started this run, it was pretty uncomfortable, and my confidence instantly declined more and more with every stride. I went out 1 mile so that around mile 2, I could decide if I wanted to bag the run or keep going because at that point, I'd be near my house. Shockingly, the pain was minimal by the time I reached 2 miles, so I decided to keep going. My legs themselves felt relatively fresh from taking 2 days off in a row, so that was bonus. The run went better than expected, but when I was done, it felt like someone was doing the Mexican hat dance on my tailbone.
Mile 1: 9:10
Mile 2: 9:02
Mile 3: 8:43 (geeked about this split)
Mile 4: 8:59
Mile 5: 9:06
Negative splits with a bruised bum? I’ll take it.
Wednesday: (8 miles in 01:14:58 - 9:21 minute pace) Being that yesterday’s run went well, I wasn’t too nervous about this run in regards to my level of pain. That is…until I woke up this morning. I woke up, barely being able to move, nearly in tears wondering how on earth I was going to get through the rest of this training week. My morning was rough, but as the day progressed and I started moving more around my house, the pain became more bearable. I think it had a lot to do with being stuck in a similar position all night long. I ran in the middle of the day, which wasn’t my best idea due to how disgustingly hot and humid it is outside. I’m completely over summer. I didn’t have much pain during this run. In fact, most of my discomfort came from stiff quads and my body feeling like a furnace set to Hell’s fire. I zoned out during this run, and the 2 biggest things I remember are seeing a bunch of runners for once and stepping on a dead snake.
Mile 1: 9:13
Mile 2: 9:36 (hills)
Mile 3: 9:09
Mile 4: 9:16
Mile 5: 9:18
Mile 6: 9:20
Mile 7: 9:33 (hills from the beginning)
Mile 8: 9:28
Thursday: (5 miles in 46:26 - 9:16 minute pace) I’m glad this run is over. It was awful, awful, awful. Three Hell-riffic things. Hot, humid, and heavy legs. My butt was also hurting more so than yesterday because I got out there much earlier today, so I didn’t really have much time to loosen up my back-end. Why does that sound so inappropriate? *insert awkward moment of silence here*
Mile 1: 9:24
Mile 2: 9:35
Mile 3: 8:50
Mile 4: 9:24
Mile 5: 9:11
Here I am post-run. That’s why I’m cheesing so much. I was stretching my hammies in this picture. So, so sweaty.6 notes
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- alexieileen said: Knowing you’ve come all this way and can run THAT far with an injured butt makes me hopeful. I just started running, but can’t break 9 minutes on a 1 mile run. It takes a lot out of me so far. Thanks for the inspiration!
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