The last few runs have been worse and worse, why I thought today would be any better is beside me. The workout was a 14ish easy, pretty flat LSD run. 14 miles, that is it, should be a cake walk....but calk walk it was not. I start out easy running and chatting with friends. I can fell my left IT rubbing 2-3 miles in and if I had any sense in the world would have turned back with a few of the others. But who are we talk about here? Kat. Kat doesn't turn back, doesn't quit, Kat moves on. So on I ran. We cross over the Sellwood Bridge, the 1/2 point and I'm still feeling semi ok. Up and over and then we come across these tiny ascents and descents, normally I would consider this area pretty flat but not today. Every time elevation wold drop a hair I would receive a striking pain to my out knee. Uh oh...things are not looking good here. We get to Willamette Park and tell Alana and Pat to run on, I was in a lot of pain was going to tune it out with my Ipod. Lol, the Ipod only helped things for a very short while. The pain in my knee was now growing to my upper calf and lower hamstring, it was like a drop of water on moisture wicking fabric. WTF?! Then there was that dreadful point that I had to stop. I tried to stretch it out and start running again, this worked on and off for about 10 minutes. Then after one of my walk breaks I start to run and as soon as I put pressure on my left knee it collapsed and I fell down. AGGGGGHHHHHH! WTF?! I broke down at this point and started to cry. Now if you don't know me or this is your first read of my blog I'll fill you in on a little something. I DON'T cry. I have a HIGH tolerance for pain and can pretty much block anything out. These are things I have control over. I had no control when my muscle went out and I couldn't land with pressure on my leg. Control was eliminated....so the tears were unleashed. The next 3-4 miles I walked and hobbled back. It got to a point that I had to stop and sit on the corner of every block just to let my leg rest. Walking was excruciating. What was worse is that it was cold and I couldn't run, hence I couldn't keep my HR elevated...which means I turned into an ice pop. Each time I'd sit I'd hit my leg and scream. On the occasion I would laugh because well it's usually easier to laugh then to cry. This is all my fault. I know when the injury first happened and I continued to run on it....run after run it got worse and worse, now I'm at the point that I'm rockin a pimp lean and running is not possible. Don and Alana came to and got me a few blocks from the end. I was thankful I didn't have to walk anymore.
I'm depressed, my training week is shot to hell. I'll give my self a few days of extra rest, then swim and bike. Thankfully the bike doesn't effect it. But what kills me is that I can't run. I feel like I'm a fat kid who took a bite of cake and immediately had it taken away from me.
I think I may have my own pity party for the rest of the day...the only invites are chocolate and alcohol.