Hurt calf training

Man I woke up this morning, after hitting the snooze button at least five times, rolled out of bed ready to do a good hard training session. Everything started out fine. I was trying to tighten up my form (makes me sound like I know what I’m doing), had a shorter water stop at the S. 1^st st. water station. Was going good, it was a hard run ‘cause I couldn’t talk with out breathing hard. At about the fifty-five min. mark my right calf starts to give me problems. I stop to stretch it a little. That seemed to help, I continued, like, two minutes later the pain comes back with a vengeance! So I have to stop running and start to walk. I continue now at a slow jogging pace thinking that it will go away if I proceed slowly. It becomes so much worse. I ended up cutting a half mile out of my run due to this, and have to hobble home. It hurts. I think I may have gone at too fast of a pace. I did shave a full minute off of my mile pace from 9:51 to 8:51. I hope it feels better in two days. I’m going to have to go for a nice and easy run then.

 

The other day I was at REI, it was small and disappointing, I hadn’t been in the flagship one in downtown Seattle, I found my running shoes that I’m going to buy once I get through all of my dealings. They were swell, ASICS. I am going to go and try them on tomorrow and see how they feel.

 

I signed up to find out more about Team in Training, it’s the leukemia and lymphoma society. It’s a really neat organization. I’m really excited about this. It’ll give me an opportunity to meet other people doing the marathon here and maybe find a running buddy. Anyhow going to find out what they are about at the very least and what they offer. I’ll keep posted on this. I’m excited about this.

 

Since I’ve picked up running and started doing it on a regular basis, my attitude and mood has been noticeably better. This is just an observation.

 

I’m still getting a feel for this whole blogging thing. I’ve never been one for sharing my life, or talking about it with people. My thinking used to be that if you weren’t to share the experience with me then talking about it wasn’t the same so I didn’t bother. Which was a shitty and lonely way of looking at it, all it did was isolate myself from people that wanted to be apart of my life. But this is a necessary step that I need to learn and embrace. Learning organizing my thoughts into coherent strings and communicating them in a way that makes sense and isn’t totally a jumble, and most of all becoming comfortable with myself and accepting myself, Love thy self. It’s a slow process. Bear with me, it only gets better.