The Last Time I Did This...

...was wayy, wayyy back in late July or early August during my preparation for the Boulder Backroads Marathon, which I (sadly) had to skip due to a bum knee. I was in training and did a sixteen-mile run with my dad along as my domestique and then a few weeks later headed out for sixteen at the Res and ended up doing eighteen, not so bad except it pretty much defined where my knee was at...and that was, basically, not in shape to do any sort of endurance race anytime soon. I was so frustrated, especially when I saw Dr. McCarty, my orthopedic doc, and he told me my pronation wasn't so bad and that I just had patellar tendinitis and a bis of ITBS. How could something so little hurt so much? I was wincing walking downstairs, for goodness' sake. I headed into a lengthy and ill-advised bout of self-loathing that more or less culminated in my starting all over again, at least that's how it felt. Gregory gave me some exercises to do, simple leg lifts and things like that, and this weekend, after doing what seemed like a years' worth of leg lifts and short runs (<5mi each time) I set out to attempt something a bit longer.

I was going for twentyish but the wind was SO bad in Boulder I could barely breathe, and since I left late, was planning to meet Gregory at a South Boulder trailhead to finish and, oh yeah, had left the keys to both my place AND his with him, figured I'd probably better cut out a 3.5 mile loop I'd planned and head back to south Boulder, after running clear up to my hosue in north Boulder from, essentially, Gregory's doorstep. I would be down to around sixteen but would rather do a solid sixteen than be hurting on the last six, especially as I'd be running with my Ironman-in-training boyfriend, who with three weeks left before his race has somehow mutated into this superhuman with legs I would kill for and absolutely amazing form. No, really, I would. Anyway, I was stoked to be doing 10:1s by the sixth mile after dealing with straggling lungs for the past few weeks, and even more excited that when my knee hurt, I was able to modify my step to work with it, and most excited of all that it really didn't hurt all that much. Ninety leg lifts four or five times a day for the past few weeks has paid off.

I have also started to pare down my considerable gut with routine ab work and move into a better eating schedule, as well as monitor my water intake because I am the most dehydrated person on the planet. I went for a hike with the Goats today and for some 4.5 miles was really wondering if I could just start running up and down the trail. I just wanted to move. I felt really good, and I haven't felt this in a really long time. I feel more centered, more focused, and more motivated.

Because Gregory is lying in bed behind me right now giving me loads of shit about being really happy for her, I've got to put in massive congrats to Bella Comerford for her third win at IMF. It seems to have been a rough year for her and I'm really stoked that my nonchalant heroine tore it up in Panama City. Way to go Bella!!

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