The Good -I'm not dreadfully sore, just sore hip flexors and general mild muscle soreness. This is one of the benefits to doing just a half; you get all of the fun and just a fraction of the soreness. I'm also one of those runners that likes to watch runners run, so being able to stand at the sidelines, waiting for Roger and Mike to come in was extra special for me. Another very good thing was I didn't resubluxate my cuboid. I think it slipped temporarily, but realigned itself on its own; I don't feel a thing now. To be on the safe-side, I went out and bought some sports tape to try the Low-dye taping technique that Dr. Shah suggested. Tony, have you ever used this? Any taping tips? Do you think I'm just supposed to do this for a run, then rip off? It's apparently used for plantar fascitis and other podiatric ailments. I did some reading on cuboid subluxation; it's more common in ballet dancers than runners due to all the jumping and toe pointing they do. Really....I don't have a side dancing job, so I don't know how I became vexed with this dancer affliction.
The Bad -For some reason, running below a nine minute pace gets my sinuses riled up almost as bad as a night in a smokey bar. I woke up at 3AM with a brain numbing throbbing; I walked in the bathroom, looked in the mirror and besides 13.1 miles of bad road looking back at me, I had a tortuous finger-like pulsing vein keeping beat in my temples. I dread these kinds of sinus headaches. There's no sense remaining horizontal, so I got up and went through the procedure for getting rid of this thing: one Sudafed, shot of Sinus Busters cayenne up the nostrils, and lots of water. I sat at the computer and tried to read a blog, but I couldn't see through the pounding. I tried to go back to bed, but my tossing and turning was irritating my husband. He thinks I purposely try to share my pain with him by making him miserable too. I feel my life partner should share the good along the bad, but I let him off easy this time and headed out to the couch to try and sleep upright, like an emphysemic old woman, to get my sinuses to drain. Man...I shouldn't have had that celebratory glass of red wine last night when I felt this thing coming on. It was like throwing sulfite accelerator onto the sinus flames smoldering in my sinus cavities. Tony was right when he said a hard effort like we all displayed yesterday will catch us temporarily off guard, making us vulnerable to illness.
The Ugly -I wasn't going to write anything about this, but it's bugging me. I don't want to say anything bad about this person. They don't read my blog and we're not really friends, but I'm going to talk about it since I'm probably not the only one grappling with these human feelings. My former friend, ran her first marathon yesterday! She ran with me last year; we were quite evenly matched in terms of speed, but I was always just a shade faster than her. She's UBER fit...she's done yoga and Pilates for Years. I knew she'd catch up to me, but she got really competitive freaky weird on me...is the one who introduced me to Roger and Debi, but we stopped too much for her, chatted too much, made the running just a little too fun. She wanted to get faster...go farther...so she quit running with us to and took to training for this year's Cleveland Marathon with the ferocity of a bulldog, solitary, under the cover of darkness almost. She was a tiny petite woman anyway and lost 20 pounds on that already petite frame! She weighs 85 pounds. I consider myself a petite framed woman but I'm 130 pounds. She's anorexic! She must be sick! I've never seen anything like it, or someone who let friends go for such frivolous reasons. I really liked her initially, but slowly was dawning on me that she wasn't really a very nice person, using people as stepping stones to achieve her goals. She once referred to me as a running goddess, which embarrassed the heck out of me, since I am neither a talented runner or worthy of the goddess designation. Whatever...she apparently wanted that designation for herself and I was to be thrown off the throne in her eyes! She refused to return my e-mails and then cut off Roger as well. Her goal was to qualify for Boston on her first marathon! Ha! I laughed out loud. Does she not respect this distance? She runs a 26 minute 5K like me! She thinks she's going to qualify for Boston on the first try? I thought she was a pompous silly fool. But...I underestimated her bulldog tendencies...that drive to be the best. I forgot that she doesn't have two little kids, has excesses of discretionary income, and doesn't care that she runs with anybody or has fun!
She ran a 3:48. I couldn't believe my eyes. She really did it! WOW! I submit to her royal running goddess...I am unworthy as a runner! OK...here comes the redheaded drama....I suck! I only improved by a few paltry minutes and she went from running a lousy 26 minute 5K last year to qualifying for Boston on her first marathon! I totally unequivocally SUCK. But my husband calmed me down. Pointed out that my objective is to balance many things...to not let any one thing dominate my life or alienate my friends, family, and health. And I want to be happy for people that meet their goals in such a dramatic way, but not her...not mean people. It should happen to nice people. This is the ugly side of running. Please, I hope I never get sucked into that particular vortex where I forget my friends and my modest beginnings as a runner to achieve distorted goals! I'll continue to take my modest little improvements...as long as I have friends that will run with me and my family to come home to. And I'm going to try to be happy for her even though I'm insanely jealous. Still...I wouldn't want to do what she had to do to get there. My running's got to be fun!