On day 4 of Fire & Ice, after running about 80 miles altogether, I had severe pain on the lower part of my left shin. I ignored it and continued for at least another 30 miles in the next couple of days. I will step forward with my right but I had to drag my left to keep moving. When the race director said he’s not gonna let me go on the last day, it was heartbreaking. He said if I went, I will be by myself, without any support if I needed it. So I pooled in my resources to discuss my options. I talked to Shan, Ellen, Cat, and Matthew (I just met him at this race) and they helped me make the decision to not race the last day (I still went, without my pack for a few miles). Amy (from OK) also chimed in on fb asking me not to do anything stupid and to stop, citing her own bad experience. I came back home and decided to wait for a few days to see if the swelling and the pain will go away. After all it is just a muscle strain, right?
An MRI showed I have severe stress reaction on my left tibia. A stress reaction one teeny tiny step before a stress fracture. Had I raced the last day, I would have come home with a full on tibia fracture. My initial reaction is how thankful I am to those who walked me through the decision making process that night. Special mention to Amy (from OK) for posting the right words, in the right order on that comment on fb and Cat (my dietitian) for calling me back, realizing that I am in crisis mode.
I have 2 races, a full and a half, on the last 2 Sundays of October. I have been ordered by my doctor and my podiatrist friend to not run at all and go through this rehab routine for the next few weeks. I told them I’d rather kill myself.
You know that saying “old friends are like (vegan)wine…… “?
I don’t know either.
But the fact that it feels like the friends you grew up with, through your defining years, have certain rights to your life, is real! Again, the reason why today was possible is my injured back.
Ever heard that saying “one momentary lapse of form leads to amazing experiences”?
Been hanging out with friends from school, completely off my food restrictions, sleep schedule, just about everything that was *normal* for the past 6 months. It was liberating. How good an idea is to do this so close to my *big race*? Only time will tell. I am not a
yolo(yuck) kind of guy but I do recognize the fact that some events and people are just too good to postpone in your life. I am not a believer, and only (may be)semi-spiritual but I do count my blessings.
What is the reason behind this oodles and globes of love, you ask? Always loving (Tripti and Sumit) like an oak tree in my life, and the most well-connected man in the universe and fellow runner (JK), Princeton, Philadelphia, Trenton, Amtrak….
And super cutie Jackie who I asked out at the restaurant, who did NOT (fuck yeah) say no. Amtrak, you are going make a shit ton of money off of me on trips to Philly from DC, until I fuck it up with Jackie.
As a regular runner and as someone with a highly active lifestyle, what would you hate the most?
Not being able to workout / run daily has its super negative consequences. First, I took a 5 week break, thanks to my tendonits. Got back in action by running back to back Sunday full marathons. Felt like Mr. Rich Roll.
Then a back injury.
I haven’t run in 3 weeks now.
Oh, the super negative consequences – I started hanging out with some awesome friends again (who I missed a lot during the height of my training), which means drinking alcohol, late nights, waking up later than 5 AM… eh…
The worst is – I had my eyes set on a (more than one) girl(s). I asked one of them out. Then the next one… then another… So far 3, with a 100% success in getting ….
Rejection is OK. It keeps you grounded. And makes you hate all women.
Seriously! WTF, ladies?
PS: I may or may not have cried on the morning of Seattle marathon, which I had to cancel. I live every moment about a race, starting from the Expo the day before to crossing the finish line. My hands sometimes get pretty sore, high-five ing spectators.