CIM training starts tomorrow! As an example of the kind of nerd I am, I wasn’t that excited until I set up my training plan spreadsheet. Filling in each box and envisioning the runs filled me with anticipation instead of dread – good news!
I did my best to savor this last week of unofficial training. Because I did my long run on Monday, which is usually a rest day, my schedule got a little screwed up. This is how my week played out, running-wise:
- Tuesday: rest
- Wednesday: alternating easy/marathon pace miles to get my body used to running stamina paces
- Thursday: meant to do an early run, but scrubbed it because I was too tired to get up
- Friday: I only had to work a half day, so I tried to take advantage of the free afternoon to go run at Lake Chabot. It was one of the worst runs I’ve had in ages, mostly due to the fact that I drank a whole can of La Croix sparkling water before the run. Holy crap. I felt like I had a sparkling water baby in my belly! I was super uncomfortable, and I will never, ever do that again.
- Saturday: The best part about a crappy run is that the next one is almost sure to be better. Saturday’s run was indeed, pretty splendid, an easy run that ended up being a slight progression run without me trying.
And so, we come to the Sunday long run. With some tips from Layla, I headed out to the Iron Horse Trail from San Ramon. I’ve run the IHT several times; it sounds somewhat exotic, but it’s actually quite boring. However, it’s also nearly 30-miles long and mostly flat, so it’s pretty ideal for long runs. Anyway, I must’ve zoned out completely because I ended up tripping on a piece of uneven sidewalk. I totally ate it, scraping up my right knee, left knee, and the back of my right hand. A passing cyclist stopped and kindly gave me a wet nap to clean up, while apologizing for not having her normal hiking pack with her that contained a first aid kit. Her sympathy and kindness went a long way. Thanks, nice stranger lady!
I’m a pretty clumsy person who tends to get bruises all of the time without knowing how I got them. But the scrape on my right knee was pretty epic. It’s about 2 inches in diameter and was non-stop bleeding. I also scratched up my Garmin pretty badly. I was only 3.5 miles into my run and thought about turning around, but I decided to jog for a little while and see how my leg felt. Surprisingly, it was fine. It hurt more after I stopped, actually. So, I decided to soldier on, garnering strange looks from passing runners and cyclists on the IHT. I managed to finish 14 miles, as planned, and felt pretty strong.
My knee is going to take a while to heal, but at least it’s superficial. I’m thankful that I didn’t hurt myself worse during my fall. It was a good reminder to pay closer attention while I’m running and also to pick up my feet!