Showing posts with label stress fracture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stress fracture. Show all posts

On WedThanksBirthMasEveVersary and Being an Introvert at Heart

Seems like 1000 things to do with WedThanksBirthMasEveVersary happening. 
 
That's the name I've given the next few months. It's one big holiday because the wedding I'm in, Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas, New Year's and our 7-year anniversary sort of blend together in one big long string of travel and parties and dinners and meetings and gatherings.
 
I went across town to have a glass of wine with a friend and exchange back some clothing we'd borrowed from each other.  We ended up meeting this awesome couple who live in my area of town and know a lot of people I know. He was a wine blogger, and I love my wine, so it was a really cool experience. We went to dinner with them and chatted about their experiences doing wine tastings all over the world.

Then I got to the orthpod and got my follow-up x-rays.  They were very impressed with how I'm healing.  (I told them that's because I'm a good patient who does WTF I'm told.  I want to heal and NOT do this to myself again.)


As you probably recall, I made myself a promise that when I finished grad school, I would do All of The Things.  I promised myself that 2015 would be a Year of Yes. 

As you may also recall, it started out great.   I pretty much loved every minute of it. But after I started feeling like crap again, it became completely overwhelming.   

For years, I was convinced I got my energy from other people – and now I realize that’s not the case at all. In fact, it’s quite the opposite, which is consistent with true introversion. When I have lots of energy, I want to be with everyone; when I spend that energy, I have to be by myself to re-charge or I get so overwhelmed that I get downright ugly.
 
No matter how many times we have the “introvert/extrovert” argument, many of us cling to the belief that introverts are naturally shy. We’re not; lots of us love parties and being sociable . . . with the right people. Introversion has to do with whether you get your energy from yourself or other people.
 
I think it took me so long to see this because I had never really been around people who sapped my energy (or I was never receptive enough to their energy to absorb it). I now recognize how lucky (or naïve?) I was. 
 
I may test as an extrovert on personality assessments, but I'm an introvert at heart.   Which makes it hard to know which way to go to help myself feel better.

For example: I was supposed to attend an event last night, but knowing I started PT at 7 this morning and I’m battling a chest cold and never-ending sleep deprivation, I backed out.  I battled with myself for hours about whether I felt good enough to go. And I battled the familiar frustration of not being able to do everything I want to do.

I really have to work on this. I know that no one – not even those who aren’t chronically ill or long-distance commuters – can physically do All of The Things. But I keep letting myself get ultra-frustrated when I can’t.  There’s just so much of the world out there I want to experience.  And I want to be able to stay up past 10pm without needing 3-4 days to recover.  (This past week during Thankyougiving I had 5 straight days of bed before 10pm and sleeping until after 7, and I was still so sleep-deprived that I was destroyed by one day of my old work routine and sleeping in my own bed.)

So onceWedThanksBirthMasEveVersary is over, I’m going to keep it low-key – I’m only focusing on what I need to do to ESLSG.  I’m going to call it my Year of No. 
 
I realize how completely and utterly boring that sounds, but I am in need of some major recharge time. I need fewer agendas, fewer deadlines, fewer due dates.  I need more sleep, more successful workouts, and more open horizons.
 
And we're already down to MasEveVersary, so I'm almost there.

The Off-Season Update: The Runner I Am Right Now

I don't have as much time to do this as I used to, but I love reading the blogs of my fellow tri-e-thletes.  One of my favorites is Bob, another native Floridian.


More misguided advice
 from Inspirobot
I popped on to check out her blog today and I found this gem. She pretty much sums up the entire year I had this year - trying to keep up with Me Circa  2013, even though so many factors are totally different.  The biggest of those things are that my chronic health issues, my 70-mile round-trip commute and wacky schedule have been eating away at me.  
During the latter part of my training for Chicago (Septemberish), I got to the point where I had a devil of a time completing my long runs.  I was so physically zapped that I couldn't finish more than 8 miles sometimes.  When I did the Volition Half, I also pulled my IT band. It was only 3 weeks before M-Day, so I did lots of pre-hab and re-hab and took my running volume down, swapping out sessions for yoga and swimming where it seemed logical.


That was not enough. By now you know that I was still injured and I knew it from the first step of the marathon, but yet still decided (foolishly) to complete the entire 26.2 miles. 

Welp, that injury was not an IT band pull. It was a femoral stress fracture.

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I have been doing this for almost 10 years and I've never had a "real" injury.  I once had a tibial stress fracture so minor the orthopod allowed me to run a full marathon on it and even do speedwork. This is definitely NOT minor. No running, according to my ortho and my amazing PT (who, by the way, is the reason I figured out this was a sfx and not a muscle injury.) No cycling either - and no swimming if I kick off the wall. So all I have left is upper body, open water swims with a pull buoy, and trying not to walk or dance too much.

(Do you KNOW me? I am a one-woman dance party.  Trying not to dance too much is like most people trying not to breathe!)

I am super pissed at myself for being so pigheaded and setting myself back 8+ weeks by running 26.2 miles with a fractured femur.  B says I get "The Real Man" Award; I say it's probably more like the "I'm With Stupid" Award.



And here's how I got myself into this mess: although I've gained 10-15 pounds since my last 26.2 and have not felt well, I was trying to train at my old speeds as if nothing had changed.  I was trying to be, as Bob puts it, the runner I was back then and not the runner I am right now.  The runner I was back then was PR'ing a bridge-y marathon and winning sprints. And triathlon can be a peer-pressurey sport, and around me are all these fast people and Ironmen AND the ghost of The Runner I Was Around 2013.


The Funk is hard to dodge right now, considering I'm not doing much. I'd lost half the weight I'd gained, and now I gained that back so I'm sitting (very uncomfortably) where I started. I'm a little tiny person - 4'11" max - so 10-15 pounds is a substantial change.  Plus being without the exercise endorphins is very hard on my emotional state.


But I am actually having a pretty good time doing other things. Like going to the Dominican Republic and white parties and weddings of all kinds.  (Just trying not to dance too much.)
White Party!


Part of what got me into this mess was not accepting where I personally am - and knowing that it changes. I may be injured this year, but next year maybe I smash all my PRs.  Or maybe I don't...maybe I just get to waffle around doing unstructured training for half the year. 


I am a damn shark
There's no reason to think I won't be ready to start IMCHOO 70.3 training in January - I'm just saying that, no matter where I end up, I will figure it out.  And I will figure out ways to enjoy it.

Besides, this is the year of ESLSG.

And running 26.2 miles 8 times is pretty amazing. Every runner I've ever been agrees.