Dealing with my foot injury the past couple of weeks has been kind of (that’s an understatement) frustrating for me. Well, the past couple of months have been somewhat frustrating for me. Whether it’s been my foot, my thyroid, weight or testosterone medication … I haven’t really felt the same. Especially for a week window of time when the doctor (falsely) thought I had the diabeetus.
As I said last week my goal is still focusing towards the Nebo Half and getting a sub-two time there. My faith in getting there is admittedly waning for this year, but I also strongly feel that if I put the time and training in like I’m going to shatter that PR … then who know what will happen? I could very well reach it.
Even with that mentality I knew this week I need to be cautious, while pushing it. The group planned on running down Emigration Canyon to Liberty Park for about 12-18 miles depending on the race they are training for. Most of the runners were meeting up at 5:30 or 6:30 to run down the canyon, but even the 5:30 group was too late for me because I was running a 5K at 8am with a friend at Liberty Park. So, I decided to go up the canyon with Becky and the Gabicas at 4:45am.
Ugh, I know.
Becky had to bow out because of a pinched nerve in her back, so the Gabicas and I met the trek up the canyon ourselves. Once we got up there at 5:15 we quickly noticed that none of us planned ahead. We didn’t have any reflective gear and I left my head lamp in my bag that was in my trunk at the park. Soooo … we ended up just waiting there for the sun to rise just enough to give us some light so we wouldn’t get ran over my cyclists or motorists.
Once we started out I got a bit nervous because I knew we’d be cutting it close for me to get down to the 5K. But, we ran anyways. I always love running with Jill. We never run out of topics to have serious discussions about as well as things to laugh about it. And, admittedly, sometimes we laugh about serious things. It’s just the nature of the friendship.
But, we talked a lot about her marathon training and how she was six weeks away from the Big Cottonwood Marathon. I can’t help but think back to my first marathon training and all of the doubts and fears I had leading up the starting line. She’s experiencing a lot of those. But, of any runner I know she is one of the most dedicated, stubborn and devoted ones I know. She is going to run this damn (I’m pretty sure this would be in her own words) marathon no matter what. She also has a high sense of resolve.
It’s been fun as a runner and especially a friend to see her transformation. She is being the kind of mother that her daughters will always be proud of. Which really is one of her main motivations to run these hundreds of miles and put her body through hell (again, I’m sure Jill would say these words) to run this marathon. She and Mark are doing an awesome thing.
But, seriously, I love running down canyons with Jill and spending many of these past Saturdays working towards her goal. As we ran down Emigration we also ran past Ruth’s Diner. I mean, everyone passes it. But, unlike most runs we hit it right in the middle the breakfast rush hour. Not only were there cars galore in that area and on the side of the road, but you can the distinct smell of biscuits and gravy and of course … BACON!
Almost immediately we were both craving biscuits and gravy. Both of us were hungry and we both made the decision to find biscuits and gravy after the run. With that craving and promise etched in our minds we continued to make it down the mountain. But, after a while we knew we wouldn’t make it down to Liberty Park in time for my 5K so I called Becky to ask if she wouldn’t mind giving us a lift from her place (right off Sunnyside) to the park. Which of course she agreed to do.
She wanted to run with us, but her back was still really sore. She felt horrible about missing out on the run, especially since her goal is to sub-two at Nebo as well. But, like any injury, it’s better to be safe than sorry. Even as much as it might kill you.
Becky got me to my 5K with a good 10 minutes to spare. I met up with my friend Julie and the rest of our team. We were doing this 5K in the memory of Julie’s daughter Gracelyn who passed away nearly 7 years ago from Trisomy. I’d try to explain the medical condition, but I linked more information on the name. Anyways this 5K was to help raise money for a trisomy conference happening here in Salt Lake next year. A good enough cause in my books. Plus, I was glad I could help out a friend as well!
How I met Julie was actually pretty funny. For months she had been stalking me on Instagram and thought I was pretty funny. She never messaged or let me know any of this until this past April when I was working a ghost investigation in Salt Lake City with my brothers. She came up to me at the event and basically said … “I stalk you.”
Luckily, I’ve been around social media long enough to know that I don’t need to cover my windows with duct tape and hefty bags after someone says that to me. More than anything I am ALWAYS happy to meet a new friend. But, over the past couple of months we discovered that we had a few mutual friends including Elsha. And, she is also started to stalk me on Facebook as well … in case you are wondering.
But, we decided to walk the whole 5K together so we walked and talked. We talked about Elsha, we talked about our obsessive love for U2, we talked about Texas and of course her daughter and what Trisomy is. Admittedly, I had no idea what it was and how it affected children … and families. It’s sad that some of the diseases you might never hear about until they hit home. But, organizations like these are great because patients and families don’t have to go about the uncertainties alone. There’s a great support system structured into the organization.
I really had a great time to getting to know Julie better and what this organization means to her and with her healing of losing Gracelyn. Just like Jill, I cannot imagine the pain or grief parents go through losing a child. I can only imagine. I can never offer true empathy unlike those who’ve walked that walked. But, I am comforted that I can show sympathy in the past way I know how by supporting these kind of organizations and fundraisers.
After I finished the 5K and while Jill was finishing her run, I took a group up Emigration to get their cars and then turned back to the park and went for breakfast with the Gabicas. Jill and I were still CRAVING biscuits and gravy from our run and we didn’t really care where we went. We ended up at Denny’s on 600th South. In retrospect we probably should have cared a BIT more. But, we all got biscuits and gravy and let it hit the spot for each of us. It was the right decision.
It was a great way to end the day. I put in 11.5 miles. About eight of it was running and three of it walking. I was fine with that. It was perfect, especially as I have been watching my foot the past couple of weeks. I’ve loosened my shoe a bit and I’ve found that helps. But, more than anything since I have a size 11 and 13 foot I am just alternating my 12.5 and 13 sized shoes between runs. I kind of got too attached to my 12.5s and I think that contributed a lot of my foot pain.
I’m praying I’m right. I hate injuries, especially foot injuries.
I am now about a month away from Nebo. GULP. I’m sure I will be fine. But, I have a half marathon in Provo on Saturday, speedwork on Wednesday and a nice 4-5 miles run sometime this week. Not to mention boot camp and strength training. It should be a good week to beef things up and cut some weight off my gut. I’m looking forward to it. Should be a great week.
NEBO OR BUST!
Total Mileage Breakdown for 20142014 Training Miles – 458.85 miles 2014 Walking Miles – 51.65 miles 2014 Race Miles – 241.2 miles
2014 Total Miles – 751.7 miles Monthly Total Miles for 2014 January – 100.0 miles February – 100.0 miles March – 130.0 miles April – 140.5 miles May – 108.65 miles June – 83.3 miles July – 93.75 miles August – 11.5 miles