So...it's been a while since I've talked about the triathlon. Why? Well...lots of reasons...not the least of which being a fairly significant aversion to wearing that much spandex in public.
But...mostly...I'm figuring out what my post-injury body is capable of. Post-boot treadmill sessions went ok, not great. I'd do a mile or two...feel it for the next few days...give it a rest...and then attempt it again with much the same results. No real progress.
Then, last week...I woke up three times on Wednesday night with really painful muscle spasms in my right calf. (The bad side...you know...the one I've been rehabbing since January.) My usual Thursday morning personal training session became an diagnostic testing session. The unofficial diagnosis? A small muscle tear.
I cried. Not going to lie. Thankfully...it's not causing any sort of movement/function issues. (But for God's sake...don't touch it, or I will cut you). So...icing/stretching/foam rolling (carefully) continues to be the norm. But...running hasn't been. It's just not ready.
So...what does this mean? Well...the triathlon is on. I'll start it, and plan to finish. It will be slow, though....and the 5k run at the end is going to be much more of a brisk walk/slow jog.
This has caused some consternation amongst those who love me most...who've asked, "Why are you doing this?" It's a fair question...and...at the time...the best answer I could come up with was, "Because I said I would," which, admittedly, is not a great answer.
But after some time to think about it....I'm doing this because I want the experience. And because I CAN. I can swim 850 yards...a couple of times a week...I swim twice that. (Not with a bajillion other people kicking me in the head...but...minor detail.) I can bike 15 miles...last week I did 37. And I CAN get through a 5k, even if I walk the whole damn thing. (Which would annoy me...but whatever.)
My friends who are reading this are most certainly banging their heads on their desks...because they've been telling me since the boot went on that it doesn't matter how fast I go.
And...intellectually...I know this is true. I've never had ambitions to be the fastest. Mostly...the goal has been not to drown or crash my (beautiful) bike...and get myself over the finish line.
But the fact remains...I like to win. And winning this, for me, would mean doing the triathlon at my well-trained fittest.
But I'm not at my well-trained fittest...not even close. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed in how my training has gone. The injury was out of my control, true. But...the stuff that was in my control (nutrition, primarily) wasn't great either. I didn't react well to being in the boot...despite WANTING to.
So...there's not much to be done, really. Except enjoy triathlon weekend...and do the best I can do. And learn for the next time. (Not that there will necessarily be another triathlon...let's not jump the gun. But...as an active person, there will almost certainly be another injury.)
So...what comes after the triathlon is done?
1. A concerted effort to fully recover from my injury. This will entail:
- A non-disordered nutrition cleanup. Losing the weight that I've gained in the last year will have a significant impact on my ability to avoid injury.
- Weight training with my awesome trainer...who you haven't met yet, come to think of it.
- Swimming. Turns out I like it. Who knew?
- Biking. Training for a metric century (62 miles) this fall. (Probably this one.)
- Yoga. Because it's good for me...and my balance has been terrible since the boot.
- No running. Some walking and elliptical-ing. But it will be 972 degrees in DC soon...which means mostly elliptical-ing at my lovely air-conditioned gym.
That's the update, folks!