Injuries suck. When the cause an injury is attributable to your own clumsiness, it hurts more. But what really hurts is the notion that when you are physically not able to run, everyone around you start running.
I’ve been noticing recently that most people I come across during my daily walks (to work, gym, yoga studio, grocery shopping, movies… practically everywhere) were running. And they all have this condescending smile on their faces as they pass me by.
I ran a super fast 5K on Saturday night. Not the smartest thing to do considering my overall training strategy. Then I did core workout on Sunday morning. Then I did HIIT on Monday morning. Then my back is out. Then I had to cancel my Seattle Rock n Roll marathon.
That’s how I see it, after registering the slowest marathon to date. BTW, I heard this quote on Rich Roll podcast while he was talking to his guest, Robin Arzon. Two of my heroes!
I finished another marathon!
You are not up for a decent run, every time you go run. This one was hilly with one long ass continuous climb for more than 2 miles towards the end, with high heat and humidity. With one of my left peroneus(?) tendons screaming from start to finish, the only good thing (well, other than the feeling while crossing the finish line) happened, was all the compliments I got for my outfit.
Also the dinner after the race with some Glenfiddich 14 (thanks Santhosh and Lekshmi).
Walking forever, the day after, exploring San Diego, was excellent, coupled with more good food and more alcohol. What was even better was saving all those beached red tuna crabs at Ocean Beach. Watching them swim away when I put them back in the water was more satisfying than crossing that finish line, in many ways.
The name says it all. It stated off on top of a mountain in Ojai, CA and finished at the beach in Ventura CA. Lot of downhills, couple of uphills and a lot of flatness. High 50°s to low 60°s with light mist the entire race and no sun. Perfect setup for a PR right?
But I finished, eventually.
With the help of these angels
Now back to tendon rehab, which sucks!
From going to the race packet pickup place in LA, only to find out it was the same day last week at this location, to racing (in my Audi rental, woot woot) 70 miles to the pickup place in Ventura before the cut off time, to then racing back to catch a lil bit of sleep because I need to get up at 2:30 am to be at the start of the race by 6 am, 80 miles away, to racing with an injury, to slow driving back to LA… it was all worth it.
This is the post marathon vegan dinner at it’s best. After all, this is what I run for.
I visited Moo Shoes. The store where everything is cruelty-free. After this very pushy salesman, Maki ( ), who wouldn’t quit, I had to buy a pair of shoes, even though I don’t need any more shoes at the moment. Good times!
And as always, I was sad to leave LA! Where I get amazing home cooked vegan food (thanks Sonali) and intellectually stimulating conversations and excellent(well, almost) chauffeuring (thanks Shan) and a lot of party time with my 2 favorite tiny lil friends.
And who makes my travel to the left coast always a pleasant experience.