I did my 18 mile long run today. It's the first time I've run that distance and while I wasn't worried, my last two long run attempts have ended pretty badly due to my foot problems. This one was stellar.
I ran a 3 leafed clover with 6 mile loops and my house in the center. I'd go out for 6 miles, stop in the house to fill my water bottle and head back out. It worked pretty well and I felt great most of the time. I was getting a little fried by the end but I haven't run over 6 miles in 3 weeks so that's to be expected. This is total success.
I'm happy to say I think I'm back at it due to uncharacteristically meticulous self care. I've been stretching and rolling all of the relevant muscle groups, taking ice baths regularly and otherwise channeling purity of every kind. My legs felt loose and ready to take the beating this morning and they're not in bad shape now. Hopefully they won't be too sore tomorrow as I'm running the Bare Foot 5k in Grand Rapids tomorrow. heh.
Self care...
not one of my specialties.
The people who really impress me in this life are the ones that are pursuing something, anything. I'm interested in the passion and intensity. You know, it doesn't even have to be a pursuit but something you pour your energy into, something that draws you in almost without your control. Artists are this way. They can't necessarily tell you why they do something or where it comes from, but they can't live without it.
A smart and strange friend once told me that artists are expressing their derangement and estrangement from normality. I don't know if that's quite the way I'd put it but if it takes a little psychic damage to create an artist or a maniacal athlete, I'll take it.
Knuckledraggers
I ran a 3 leafed clover with 6 mile loops and my house in the center. I'd go out for 6 miles, stop in the house to fill my water bottle and head back out. It worked pretty well and I felt great most of the time. I was getting a little fried by the end but I haven't run over 6 miles in 3 weeks so that's to be expected. This is total success.
I'm happy to say I think I'm back at it due to uncharacteristically meticulous self care. I've been stretching and rolling all of the relevant muscle groups, taking ice baths regularly and otherwise channeling purity of every kind. My legs felt loose and ready to take the beating this morning and they're not in bad shape now. Hopefully they won't be too sore tomorrow as I'm running the Bare Foot 5k in Grand Rapids tomorrow. heh.
Self care...
not one of my specialties.
The people who really impress me in this life are the ones that are pursuing something, anything. I'm interested in the passion and intensity. You know, it doesn't even have to be a pursuit but something you pour your energy into, something that draws you in almost without your control. Artists are this way. They can't necessarily tell you why they do something or where it comes from, but they can't live without it.
A smart and strange friend once told me that artists are expressing their derangement and estrangement from normality. I don't know if that's quite the way I'd put it but if it takes a little psychic damage to create an artist or a maniacal athlete, I'll take it.
Knuckledraggers
