Being injured is a bitch. Sorry, it is. Especially when it's something small and seemingly insignificant.
After my monster 18.5 mile run a few weeks back, I headed out a few days later to do an easy 10 miler, and about 8 miles in, my calf seized up and told me to quit it, it was done and wanted to go home. I hobbled in the remaining two miles and was done running for over a week. Crap. I hate not running. Even if it's only 2-3 miles, it gets the blood flowing and my energy levels up in no time, and doesn't take much planning. Nothing like getting prepped to go out on the bike can be.
So it was back on the bike and in the pool for about two weeks. I wasn't sure what was going on, but the same thing had happened to me back in February. At first I thought it was lack of fluids, so I ramped up my water intake each day. That made me feel bloated, but still a little better. I spent extra time stretching and rolling out my calf as much as I could bare. It wasn't terribly painful, it was a deep dull pain, that on race day I would run through, but to train on it was a bad idea.
I tried as best as I could to stay positive until I could run again, looking at is as another good week on the bike. An area I can always keep improving upon. Especially as I start meeting new people to bike with through the bike shop. I'm hoping riding with some new people will push my game up to the next level. Running will fall into place with it, so long as I put in the miles.
It wasn't a bad injury for me, which actually made it even harder for me. Coming back from a broken bone or a surgery makes it a little easier to ease myself back in, but when it's a pulled calf or maybe a sore ankle, the waiting and resting it is infuriating. This was a great practice in patience and waiting for me. Something I'm not the best at when it comes to wanting to train.
-Dave
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