Monday, April 4th 2011: 7 miles @ 10:57 minutes per mile pace. This was my first real run since the 50 miler and my knees felt ultra-achy. It reminded me of when I first started running two years ago and always drove to work with ice packs on my knees because they were so sore. I enjoy this feeling, um, not at all.
Tuesday, April 5th 2011: 3 miles @ 10:38 minutes per mile pace. This was the most enjoyable run I've had in a long time. I went at about 10pm and the temperature was PERFECT. I didn't worry about my pace and just relaxed. I loved it.
Wednesday, April 6th 2011: Signed up for the Red Mountain 50k ultramarathon coming up in two weeks.
Thursday, April 7th 2011: Rest.
Friday, April 8th 2011: 10 miles @ 11:15 minutes per mile pace. I should have realized the bad omen when I woke up ready to run and saw this:
I live in southern Utah - a part of the state that does not believe in snow. As far as I'm concerned, snow should be illegal.
Later in the day it cleared up a little bit. I really want to do well at the Ogden Marathon next month and thought maybe it would be helpful to get some downhill training. Thankfully my wife has been cleared to drive only a few weeks after her "incident" and she was happy to drive me 16 miles up the road toward Zion National Park so I could run home.
The snow had turned to rain so I decided to learn my lesson from a few weeks ago and wear a garbage bag:
That got annoying after a few miles so I decided I was willing to get wet. It was around 38 degrees and even though I was wet, I actually didn't feel very cold. In this picture, the dense storm clouds are covering up some large red rock mountains in the background:
A few miles later I passed an ostrich farm. When you get up close to these beasts you can see that they are positively the UGLIEST creatures in the animal kingdom. Ostriches are proof that God has a sense of humor.
I started having technical difficulties after about 7 miles. My right knee went all haywire and my left foot felt like someone threw a trident at it. At 9 miles I surrendered. I didn't want to risk jeopardizing upcoming races to finish my 16 miler. So I gave in and called Mel to pick me up. I ran another mile before she arrived.
I was hurting and frustrated. This was the first time I have ever given in and quit mid-run. Part of me wished I had just kept going. Part of me knew that would be just plain dumb. Part of me was glad I had called it quits before hurting myself worse. Part of me felt like a big fat wussie.
Saturday, April 9th 2011: Ice & Ibuprofen. My knee and foot still have that distinct Just-Been-Stabbed-By-A-Trident feeling. I don't think it's anything major but I probably won't run much over the next few weeks so I will be ready for the ultramarathon. Bring. It. On.
"I don't think you can become an outstanding runner unless you get a certain amount of enjoyment out of the suffering. You have to enjoy absorbing it, controlling it and—ultimately—overcoming it."
~ Derek Clayton