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Week in Review: Dear December, I think we got started off on the wrong foot…

Week in Review:  Dear December, I think we got started off on the wrong foot…

November 28-December 4th

The week started off ugly (no way around it), but in the end, there was plenty of fast and pretty to be found.

Monday I found myself at one of my least favorite places, the IMA.  My foot was still hurting and I was starting to get a sneaky feeling the IMA and I were getting ready to spend some serious quality time together, which I was not looking forward to; not a fan of four walls.

View from the bike at 3:45ish.

Since I was still hoping to run the California International Marathon (CIM) with my friend Shannon on Sunday, I knew I’d have a few off days later in the week.  I opted for 45 minutes on the bike Monday (my usual day off).  Unfortunately I couldn’t drag myself out of bed in the morning, and I couldn’t go after works, so that meant squeezing in around 3:30 or 4:00.

I quickly learned that this may be the ideal time of day to meet coeds but not the ideal time of day to actually workout.  The IMA was crawling with students.  I was banished to no man’s land in on the bike, right by the entryway with all of the other professors and University Professionals (the older crowd; my kind).


My bike was squeaky and by no means smooth.  I awkwardly stared as everyone came and went from the IMA, checking out their appearance in the reflection of the window in front of me.  Note to self:  No more IMA trips between 3:00 and 5:00PM.

Banishment. Everyone else had left by this point.

Tuesday I was lazy again, and it was a long day of work, so I justified a day off.  Truth be told I just couldn’t talk myself into aqua jogging.  I’d planned on doing my interval workout that day, but opted for the comforts of my bed.

This meant I was in the pool Wednesday evening (yep, you guessed it, slept in again).  I quickly decided I couldn’t handle another 45 minute jog in the pool (Sunday’s pool session) so I opted for 15 minutes on the bike (just enough time to check email, facebook and twitter on my phone).  I then made my way down to the pool with quite possibly the worst attitude ever.

It’s been a while since I’d actually done and interval workout in the water and I forgot one of the most important pieces of equipment; my watch.  Ugh.  This meant I would have to constantly have my eye on just one clock which is rather tricky when you are trying to jog laps, but don’t worry, I managed.

The workout was 2 sets of 5 x 1:30 minutes with a 30 second recovery.  I’m pretty sure I lost count in set one, and being the overachiever, I did one extra rep.  By the second set it wasn’t so bad and my legs felt like they were getting a good workout.  I finished feeling pretty good a about effort.

Thursday was the real test day.  An AM run on dry (or somewhat dry) land.  My plan was to test the foot for 3 miles, no hills just flat surface.

Dear foot, please don't hurt or feel weird.

I started out and it felt good.  No pain in the foot, but I couldn’t say it felt really normal either.  Still I finished and felt that maybe this marathon thing was possible after all.  However I had another problem (shocking).  Somewhere between finishing my run and sitting on my couch I started feeling really sick.  I ended up staying home and sleeping for a few hours which made me feel even worse.

Post run pic... very cold morning, but I got to wear my new favorite Lulu hat, my Boston jacket and everyone's favorite reflective vest (safety first)

Luckily the next morning (we’re on Friday now) I felt much better.  I decided to rest this day and tryout a 3 mile run with Shannon on Friday.

My foot was feeling pretty good Friday morning until I spent the entire afternoon running errands on it; this was extra disappointing because I was wearing my good running shoes.  As I boarded my flight I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be able to run on Sunday, in fact, and fellow marathoner asked me if I was going to run on Sunday and I said no without hesitating.

I was excited to see Shannon and more than anything wanted to run with her.  Since Wednesday I’d been thinking to myself “Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?”  Bottom-line?  Worrying about my foot wasn’t going to get me anywhere.  I decided to take each moment at a time.  Besides, my foot felt a little better after the flight, who knew what the future would hold?  Right?

Me and Shannon at the expo. I am officially wearing my expo sweatshirt, somehow I manage to wear it to every expo.

Saturday’s run with Shannon went well.  Again no foot pain, though it did hurt when we stopped and it hurt when we were walking around.  I decided I was going to start with her but I had an exit strategy in case it hurt.  I also figured out what might have been going on with my foot.

I’ll spare you the boring details (unless you really want to know), but here’s the short story.  The shoe I’d been running in  when I first hurt my foot was the new 4 series of the same shoe I’d been running in for years.  I didn’t think anything about it until Friday night.  I felt like a nerve was pinched in my foot and it didn’t start hurting until I switched back into the 4 series shoe (confused yet?).

I made a crazy game time decision.  I had Shannon take me to Fleet in SacTown and purchased a trusty pair of super comfy NIKE’s a half-size bigger than my running shoe size (and one and half sizes bigger than my normal shoe size).

Seriously, these Nike's are gigantic!

They felt amazing. I know…  running in shoes I’ve not run in for years, and brand new; clearly crazy but also clearly better than the shoes that was currently running in.

New shoes vs old shoes.

I was all set for Sunday morning and right before bed I came across this verse in my weekly reading (sorry to get all spiritual on you but it’s pretty significant) “I rested and slept; I awoke, for the Lord protects me.”  And all I know is that I was protected on Sunday.

My foot felt great, a little funny at times, maybe a pain here and there, but hey, it’s 26.2 miles.  I never experienced to two types of pain that sidelined me in April.  I was able to run 26.2 with Shannon for her first time.  It was perfect.  She ran 4:14 and change and was amazing and FAST.



I’m not sure she knows how much it meant to me, I needed this race more than she realized.  I just need to get out there again and see it was possible.  I know this wasn’t my fastest week, but I also know that sometimes you have to slow down a bit to reach your ultimate goal.  I will say there was a lot of pretty; not only in the fun clothes we wore, but in the amazing friend I have in Shannon.

Pretty and fast Shannon finishing her first marathon.


I set a goal last week that I was afraid to share because of my foot.  I want to run under 3 hours this spring at Eugene.  Today (Sunday) was an important step for me in that journey.

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