Still recovering

Yesterday I went out for a second run in a row. I had the entire day to do it so I didn’t force myself to get up early and run in the cold. This, as it turns out, was not the best idea. So I decided to run after I went to the tax guy. To hold me over I scarfed a Clif bar and ventured out to receive the news (which wasn’t too bad). I took the bus, which to go to my accountant takes a couple of buses. On the way back I decided to take a little walk in order to only have to take one bus. After checking the schedule on my phone I realized I had to wait 25 mins which was ok as there is a coffee shop by the stop called Palio that has the best Mexican mochas I have ever had. Unfortunately they also have really good pastries and I found myself ordering a chocolate muffin with granulated sugar on top and a day old bialli covered with tomato sauce and cheese. They were all delicious and the mocha was still the best in Portland. It was only after I finished my bounty that I realized, Oh crap I have a full belly and I was going to go running. To top it off, my allergies go crazy this time of year (I blame the blooming plum trees) AND I am allergic to mil which I had in my mocha rather than soy (I have no idea why I did that).

I was not preparing well for a run.

I got home and piddled around for a few but eventually decided I really wanted to run despite my full belly. I geared up up and headed out. At first I was conscious of my fullness, but it soon went away and I found myself cruising along pretty well. As I got to the halfway point of my base runs I marveled at how nice it was outside. So in direct defiance of my promise to myself to take it easy I took the turn off for the longer run. The run was going really well, my lungs were doing fine and I felt great. I kept looking for the point when my body said “you are approaching the point of running too much, STOP!” But it didn’t happen. Perhaps a belly full of pastries and coffee is good running energy (I doubt it.) I then came upon Reed College and a headed up onto campus only to find myself doing an about face and heading off on my longer Reed path which ends up winding through the canyon. Once in the privacy of the wooded canyon, I even needed to remove one of my layers (which was of course the bottom layer) and tied my shirt around my waist. I continued through the canyon where I was later greeted by a chorus of geese and a lone crane. Everybody was enjoying the day.

Toward the end of the run I did feel a bit of pain in my hip again, more of a tightness. It occurred to me that I was getting a bit lazy in my form and that was the cause. So I refocused on lining up my body correctly and dropping my feet in alignment with my frame and the pain disappeared. The body focus I have established from practicing Chi Running techniques has really paid off and gotten me through a number of running problems, can’t say that enough.

During my cool down it seems like I finally getting past my back pull as I was able to stretch with ease. That night as I lay down watching a movie I went through my horizontal stretching routine and did my rubber band exercises as well. This morning I find myself a little sore and stiff, but everything seems ok. My back hurts a little, but I have a feeling that one I am up and moving around a bit I will feel fine. Hopefully you will be reading another post from me today about today’s run. We’ll see.

Can I even call myself a runner anymore?

Ugh, this morning I found myself making more excuses to not go for a run. I think the hardest part of falling out of the habit is the daunting feeling of not just running today, but doing it every day. It is more a matter of becoming a runner again than just running today. I think that is the crux of the difficulty in getting started again. The good news is that once I do get going again, I will WANT to run again. It is just a matter of forcing myself to get over this case of the lazies and doing it.

Fighting the excuses is the hardest part. Well no, actually the knowledge that I don’t have to get up early to run is the sweet intoxication that keeps me from wanting to plan a run. I guess it is a combination of the two. My biggest excuse at the moment is my back which is still giving me grief. The thing is I know if I go running it will help to loosen up my back and get me on the road to mend. Right now I am just so damn stiff. I don’t believe it has anything to do with ms, probably more likely age than anything. That and the damn daylight savings time.

It is interesting to me how this collapse in my running has occurred. I had the really busy week where I didn’t manage to get out to run. I kept thinking I had too much to do to spend the time running. Its more than just an hour out of the day to run. Its getting ready to run, cooling down, showering after the run. Takes too much time. So that is how this all started. I believe this week of no running had a totally adverse effect on my system. The I had the stomach flu which added to the misery and that combined with all the time I spent in bed made my back ripe for getting strained. I think all three have not only combined to make me feel physically unready to run, but mentally as well.

So here I sit (literally) trying to figure out how I am going to get past this and get back out on the roads. I honestly don’t think ti is going to take much, once I get past the first time that is. Unless I manage to roll an ankle (which would sadly be fitting) I will be just fine getting back into it. Maybe I need to buy myself a new shirt or something. Nah, I have plenty of running gear. Plus I have my new shoes, even if I don’t really like them that much.

One tactic I have always found to work well is to pick up a running book and start reading. This always seems to get me into the mindset of wanting to run. I have a good one too sitting on my shelf. The problem is I am in the middle of several books already (another excuse…)

Writing this today is making me want to get out there. I think I am ready to begin again. It is going to take a couple of weeks to get back to where I was before, but that is ok. Then I can work on taking some further steps like increasing my speed which has needed some help as of late. Ok, I feel much better. Time to run again. Time to call myself a runner again.

Can I even call myself a runner anymore?

Ugh, this morning I found myself making more excuses to not go for a run. I think the hardest part of falling out of the habit is the daunting feeling of not just running today, but doing it every day. It is more a matter of becoming a runner again than just running today. I think that is the crux of the difficulty in getting started again. The good news is that once I do get going again, I will WANT to run again. It is just a matter of forcing myself to get over this case of the lazies and doing it.

Fighting the excuses is the hardest part. Well no, actually the knowledge that I don’t have to get up early to run is the sweet intoxication that keeps me from wanting to plan a run. I guess it is a combination of the two. My biggest excuse at the moment is my back which is still giving me grief. The thing is I know if I go running it will help to loosen up my back and get me on the road to mend. Right now I am just so damn stiff. I don’t believe it has anything to do with ms, probably more likely age than anything. That and the damn daylight savings time.

It is interesting to me how this collapse in my running has occurred. I had the really busy week where I didn’t manage to get out to run. I kept thinking I had too much to do to spend the time running. Its more than just an hour out of the day to run. Its getting ready to run, cooling down, showering after the run. Takes too much time. So that is how this all started. I believe this week of no running had a totally adverse effect on my system. The I had the stomach flu which added to the misery and that combined with all the time I spent in bed made my back ripe for getting strained. I think all three have not only combined to make me feel physically unready to run, but mentally as well.

So here I sit (literally) trying to figure out how I am going to get past this and get back out on the roads. I honestly don’t think ti is going to take much, once I get past the first time that is. Unless I manage to roll an ankle (which would sadly be fitting) I will be just fine getting back into it. Maybe I need to buy myself a new shirt or something. Nah, I have plenty of running gear. Plus I have my new shoes, even if I don’t really like them that much.

One tactic I have always found to work well is to pick up a running book and start reading. This always seems to get me into the mindset of wanting to run. I have a good one too sitting on my shelf. The problem is I am in the middle of several books already (another excuse…)

Writing this today is making me want to get out there. I think I am ready to begin again. It is going to take a couple of weeks to get back to where I was before, but that is ok. Then I can work on taking some further steps like increasing my speed which has needed some help as of late. Ok, I feel much better. Time to run again. Time to call myself a runner again.