Running Chick

The wheels are starting to get wobbly over here. I'll address that in a bit, but first it's time to catch up.

Monday

My legs, which had been feeling pretty creaky after my 20 mile long run the previous Saturday, were back to normal by Sunday.  My blister, however was not.  Ooh, it was mad.  Before Monday's 5 miler, I taped the crap out of it and hoped for the best.  Josh, Zoe and I parked on campus and did an out & back to the end of Peepsock Trail.  That was my first time on the trail this year, I'd forgotten how pretty the first section was. Also, how smelly the second section could be - the trail runs by the Houghton sewage treatment plant.  Most of the time it's fine, but if the wind's blowing in just the right direction .. whew.

Our run was pretty good, even though my legs were feeling pretty heavy and tight (strange, because they weren't bothering me when I was walking around).

When I got home, though, this is what was under my sock and tape:

Blood blister! I've had blisters before, it kind of comes with the territory, but never before have I had a blood blister. It was pretty painful, too. My pop or no pop blister rule of thumb is that if it's full of fluid and hurting, then I pop it.  If there's only a small amount of fluid and no pain, then I leave it alone.  I popped this one with a sterilized needle, squeezed all the fluid out, covered it in copious amounts of Neosporin, taped it up and tried to stay off of it for the remainder of the night.

Tuesday

An off night, which allowed me to perform surgery on an old pair of shoes in an attempt to figure out what was causing my blister.  My initial investigating led me to believe that the mesh upper was rubbing on my foot, so snip, snip. The first cut was the worst, let me tell you.

Wednesday

This was my experimental blister run.  In addition to the shoe surgery, I engineered an impressive (forgot to take photos, boo) tape fortress to surround & protect my blister.  Zoe and I drove into town to do 5 miles on the waterfront, and meet up with Josh, who was running in from home.  The run was okay, but as far as blister management, I wouldn't say that that result was a success (blisters were there), but it wasn't a total failure (I didn't aggravate the existing or get any new ones).  Josh showed up earlier than anticipated (speedy!), so I ended up bailing at just over four miles, which is just about the time that my blister was going "haaay!"

Thursday

I decided to do the smart thing and skip my run. Blisters FTW.

Saturday

I got a migraine on Friday that pretty much knocked me out through Saturday. My day was mostly spent watching The Good Wife on Hulu, sacked out on the couch with Zoe.

Also, in an attempt to be somewhat productive, I decided to help Josh stack wood in the barn.  We're putting the wood on a platform that's about 6" off of the ground and I stacked the first couple of pieces of wood, stepped down off the platform to get a couple more and blam! rolled my ankle. Man, did that hurt.  Like - break out in a cold sweat, feel like vomiting, can't speak hurt. All I could think of was that it was broken.  A part of me was horrified that after all the months of training and all the miles I've logged, I'd get injured doing something unrelated to running two weeks before the race.  Another part of me was like Sweet, now I don't have to run that stupid marathon!

I limped to the house, slapped on an ice pack & elevated it, took some Ibuprofen and after about an hour, it felt okay. Pretty tender, but otherwise fine.  I figured I would see some swelling, but it never did. That may be due in part to putting compression socks on soon after it happened. Who knows.

Sunday

This was my make-up day.  I was supposed to run 12 miles, but knocked it down to 8, which is what Josh had on his schedule.  I was looking for a nice, easy, very slow run, so I could feel out my ankle and blister. Phase 2 of my blister experiment was to run in my stock insoles as at this point I had eliminated the shoes.  I knew this was going to be risky. My lower legs are really finicky and they are the first things to get pissed off if my shoes or insoles start to loose their cushioning.  I was also wearing Injinjii toe socks, loaned to me by team /var/run teammate Amy.

They look weird, but I found them very comfortable.  I was a little worried that they'd take up too much room in the toe box, but once I had my shoes on, I never noticed them.  Sweet.  We went for a loop around our block which, when you live out in the boonies, amounts to over 8 miles.  My blisters, mostly healed at this point, were happy. No rubbing, no hot spots. Yay!  My lower legs, however, were pretty offended that I replaced their cushiony insoles with (basically) two tiny pieces of felt.

Monday

The final piece to the blister puzzle was my insoles.  I always buy the same ones. New Balance Pressure Relief, and I've been using them for years. I'd been running in an old pair since April, and swapped them out with a new pair in the beginning of August, shortly thereafter I started getting blisters. I never even considered the new insoles to be the problem because I've been running in the same ones for years and they've never given me as much as a hot spot before. Phase 3 of my blister experiment was to go back to my old insoles and see what happened.  I had five miles on my schedule, so Zoe and I headed down our familiar Cole's Creek - Rauhala Road - Canal Road route to my mom & dad's place.  My ankle was feeling a little tender and my lower legs were not exactly happy, but I was feeling pretty strong otherwise. Zoe was too and imagine my surprise when I kept on seeing low 9:00s on my watch when I'd glance down at it. Uh, yeah. I don't really run that fast.  Even when I think I'm running really fast, it's really like 9:30s or 9:45s. Never like 9:15s, and never, ever 8:45s.

This is what I ended up with:

These are my splits:

It looks pretty badass and all, but I'm convinced that something screwy was going on with my watch and those times are somehow skewed. Even downhill, I don't run that fast.

The good news is that I didn't even have so much as a hot spot with the old insoles, the new ones were causing all the problems. Blister problem solved, what a relief! The bad news is that this run really made my lower left leg unhappy.  It was already ticked off from the previous night's run and this just made it more mad.  Also, I've developed some muscle spasms in my lower left quad that are quite painful.  Add those two things to an already tender ankle, and you get me limping around the office downing lots of Ibuprofen less than two weeks out from the marathon. Great.

Tuesday

Speaking of badass, I met up with my high school friend Tina on Tuesday night. 

She was up here visiting her family after competing in Ironman Wisconsin a couple of days before, where she was the 1st finisher in her division, 1st amateur female finisher and 9th female finisher overall (right after the pros!).  She is an amazing athlete and let me pick her brain about my upcoming marathon.  Actually, I didn't do much brain picking as I did answering her questions about what I've been doing for nutrition and hydration, pacing and strategy.  I told her about my leg issues, and that I was worried that I'd need to skip some, if not all, of my final runs up to the race.  Her advice to me was that I made it through the hardest part of training so my job was essentially done.  I wasn't going to loose any fitness in the next 10 days and my job now is to let my body recover and get to the start line healthy.  Rather than run for the sake of ticking things off on my training schedule, I should rest. So, that's what I'm going to do.  I'll probably take the rest of this week off, maybe do a couple of short 1 or 2 milers next week just to feel things out, maybe ride my bike around the block a few of times so I don't end up feeling like a blob. I'm not quite sure yet. I guess I'll just play it by ear and see how things end up.