On the Road Back
Trial Run, 5 miles in 37:56
Well, today was my first serious attempt at returning to training since being forced to take a complete rest in order to heal my injured right peroneal tendon. My last training run was 4-04, so it cumulates to 12-days of no running. In other words, a lifetime for me.
The run went well. No discomfort to speak of, but there is still some general soreness, which I guess should be expected. I am hoping to jump back into training tomorrow to start 2-weeks of transitory training before really getting into my workload for a Fall Marathon. I was actually surprised at how well the run went, which tells me that I had a tremendous training base behind me and that I was quite fit for Boston. But, as my Coach has stated, perhaps this is a blessing in diguise. Perhaps I had not done enough specific training for Boston and in a way, prevented a blowout. I tend to look at it more pessimistically, as I missed out on a huge chance for a personal best and Top 35 finish. Anyhow, it is past. Boston will be run tomorrow without me and I will be a spectator and try and learn some more about this magical race. I will have my time in Beantown...
More deeply, however, is how I was reminded of family. Training for Boston eventually brought me back to Perla and Madelyn in Houston. I used my airline mileage to join Perla with her family in La Porte and spend the Easter Weekend with them, which is what I should have been doing in the first place. A dichotomy exists in that I have been racing often and very well since my career change because I have taken the focus off of my running and onto my career, thus better training and less stress. However, I found that as Boston approached I reverted to my obsessive-compulsive behaviours once more and, wha-la, I end up injured.
Lesson learned...
Well, today was my first serious attempt at returning to training since being forced to take a complete rest in order to heal my injured right peroneal tendon. My last training run was 4-04, so it cumulates to 12-days of no running. In other words, a lifetime for me.
The run went well. No discomfort to speak of, but there is still some general soreness, which I guess should be expected. I am hoping to jump back into training tomorrow to start 2-weeks of transitory training before really getting into my workload for a Fall Marathon. I was actually surprised at how well the run went, which tells me that I had a tremendous training base behind me and that I was quite fit for Boston. But, as my Coach has stated, perhaps this is a blessing in diguise. Perhaps I had not done enough specific training for Boston and in a way, prevented a blowout. I tend to look at it more pessimistically, as I missed out on a huge chance for a personal best and Top 35 finish. Anyhow, it is past. Boston will be run tomorrow without me and I will be a spectator and try and learn some more about this magical race. I will have my time in Beantown...
More deeply, however, is how I was reminded of family. Training for Boston eventually brought me back to Perla and Madelyn in Houston. I used my airline mileage to join Perla with her family in La Porte and spend the Easter Weekend with them, which is what I should have been doing in the first place. A dichotomy exists in that I have been racing often and very well since my career change because I have taken the focus off of my running and onto my career, thus better training and less stress. However, I found that as Boston approached I reverted to my obsessive-compulsive behaviours once more and, wha-la, I end up injured.
Lesson learned...
posted by Gabriel Rodriguez at 8:34 PM
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