It's seldom as good as it seems, it's seldom as bad as it seems. Don't worry, I promise I'm not talking about life or relationships (like I'd know about that crap? I'm just a dum joc!) I am only talking about very specifically coming to running and trying to train for the Western States 100 in late June of 2009 after having a massive injury on the left heel (ok, I guess you could apply the information to a right heel injury.)
My buddy Star was probably right when she raised an eyebrow at my running 50 miles in the course of like 4 days after not having run more that 17 in a week for the last 3 months. But, hey I felt good, and well..... er, it was too much. So, I took the week off to get ready for yesterday's 38 mile run. Yeah, if 50 in a week is too much, 38 in a day is probably too much, but it sounded like a good time. My guys were going. Dan, Woody, Star, Becky, Roger, Kathleen, the June Bug, it was gonna be off the hook. What better way to spend 8 hours!
Friday night I got wise. As I was limping around school I thought, well, it'll be alright tomorrow, as I was limping around the local two-for-one establishment on Friday night I thought, you know, it's stupid for a dude that's limping around after being on the shelf for 3 months to think about doing a training run of 38 miles. So, I called my carpool buddies and bagged out. I hate to bag out, but I don't want another 364 days of limping around either.
So yesterday, I did a nice 3 mile (or so) hike around the park with my BLF. It was a lovely day and great way to spend a Saturday, and my body could handle it (tell you right now, if that's what happens when I don't get to run, I'll never run again!) Today, I'm going to run 5 miles on a wood chip path. I'll keep up the exercise and hope it's better for a jaunt around Croom on Saturday.
Slow but steady heals the heal. It's a Process.