It has been one month since The Greatest Day Ever.
One month ago I ran the Hamptons Marathon. It was, without a doubt, my favorite thing I have ever done and I think about it (and, as you know, post photos of it) every single day.
As if I needed further reminders of that great day — beyond the medal hanging in my apartment, the signs from my friends and family that are plastered everywhere and the giant smile I haven’t wiped off my face yet — I arrived home on Friday evening to an incredibly thoughtful present from an incredibly talented friend.
Erica Sara, you have, yet again, outdone yourself. I haven’t taken this necklace off since I opened it.
That’s a lie. I have taken it off to shower, run and sleep. But other than that, it’s been permanently on display.
(Plug for Erica Sara: She makes gorgeous jewelry. Go to her website. Check it out. Buy things. She’s really nice and very pretty. Her stuff is great. I’m a big fan.)
Clearly running and marathoning have been on my mind nonstop for most of 2011.
But since the marathon, I’ve been a little all over the place. I gave myself one rest day after the marathon. One.
Am I stupid? Probably a little bit. Maybe a lot.
I ran the race on Saturday, rested on Sunday and then I was back at the gym on Monday for a spinning class.
I’ve taken more rest days since then, but it’s been hard for me to adjust to a non-marathon training schedule. This weekend I realized just how much I tend to overdo things — not just running-related things — and I don’t think this is one of my best qualities.
I will never half-ass anything. Not a work task, not a training regimen and not anything that will affect my loved ones. I like to go full out all the time.
There are parts of life where I don’t think this is bad. As much as I can drive myself crazy, I don’t hate myself for being a perfectionist.
Last night I went to bed feeling a bit annoyed with myself, though.
I had a great run on Saturday morning. The miles flew by, I was pumped about my pace and the return of fall running is giving me an extra kick in my step.
But that added kick has left me with a painful foot. As soon as I finished the run, my right foot — the outside part, opposite the arch — started to hurt pretty badly. And it still hurts. This morning I looked at my fancy little workout log (fancy = mileage scribbled in a notebook) and saw that I ran eight days in a row, which is something I never did during marathon training.
Oops. Probably should have taken a day off in there somewhere.
I limped around most of the weekend, which was a pain since there was lots to do.
I went to Mrs. Coach Cane’s baby shower on Saturday afternoon.
I got home Saturday night and felt terrible. Weird.
Perhaps that’s because I’ve been sick, and because I know I can’t tolerate pizza when my stomach is in shambles, and I definitely know I shouldn’t chase that pizza with a double scoop of delicious ice cream. I also know that the high dose of Steroids I’m on right now isn’t doing me any favors in the “everything you eat is going to make you super bloated and nasty” department.
But I have a hard time turning down a good meal. So that’s the price I pay.
Yesterday I woke up hoping my foot would feel better, so I took myself for a slow spin around the Bridle Path.
My foot did not, in fact, feel better. I logged 3.5 miles and then attempted to ice my foot while simultaneously doing laundry, cleaning my bathroom and finding out why Brandon cheated on Kelly on “Beverly Hills 90210.” (Because Kelly is kind of a rude whore and she deserved it a little bit, in my opinion. Donna disagrees though. She thinks Kelly is a saint. Drama.)
I spent the rest of Sunday with Brian on a walking food tour of Greenwich Village! It was a blast. My mom gave this to me as a Christmas gift last year and yesterday I finally cashed in.
We felt weird being touristy with a big group in the city we live in, sampling food from the little markets throughout the Village, but it was a great time! We ate pizza, rice balls, warm chocolate chip cookies (my favorite), artichokes, fried zucchini things and tons of cheese.
We stuffed our faces, we drank and we learned a lot about the neighborhood. Perfect, right?
Yeah. Except that I was kind of limping the whole time, and my stomach probably did not appreciate the fact that I kept stuffing more and more into it.
See where I’m going with this whole “overdoing it” thing?
Since the marathon, I’ve been off a training plan. I haven’t followed a smart running schedule. I didn’t take enough rest days from running, and now my foot hurts.
When I “go with the flow” I mostly just get lost.
I have been dealing with the Crohn’s flare-up for a few weeks now, and this weekend, at the first sign of the Steroids starting to work, I went a little crazy with the food and drink.
I know that my foot will be fine. It needs some rest, it needs some ice and it needs to not run today. Fair enough.
And I know that my stomach will be fine. As much as the ‘roids are getting me all puffy-faced and grossed-out, my stomach hurts less, which is the ultimate goal.
So I am writing this as my documented proof that it’s time to reel it all in a bit and re-focus.
I got all up on my high horse Saturday, telling Las Vegas that I’m so much more badass than the city expects.
But I know that if I’m not smart over the next few weeks, Las Vegas will be writing me a letter back that’ll be like a slap in the face.
Here’s my new plan as I gear up for the Las Vegas Half Marathon:
- I run five days a week, just like during marathon training. Mondays and Fridays are cross-training only. Friday should be a rest day. If something hurts, I don’t “see how much more it can take.” I stop.
- I start to taper off the Steroids soon. My Crohn’s disease goes away for a while. Life is happy in Stomach Land.
- I attempt to control my chocolate addiction. I know that it’s easy to look at my situation and say, “Of course you’re sick, dumbass. You have Crohn’s disease and you’ve been eating crap since you started feeling just a little better.” That’s fair and it’s true. I fully accept some of the blame for many of the stomachaches I’ve brought on recently. But I will probably never be able to completely turn away a chocolate-infused anything, so I just need to maybe not eat chocolate for all three meals a day, and I’ll be good to go.
- I don’t be a crazy psycho.
- I go easier on myself. It’s fall. Fall makes me want to be even more hyperactive than usual. I want to get more done, see more things, be more productive and go go go go go go go go. But I also need to take time to really enjoy the season, or else it’ll be over before I can step into a pile of crunchy leaves.
I think I can manage these things pretty easily. Run a bit less, stretch a bit more, eat less crap, eat more good stuff, stress less, sleep more, run my little heart out in Vegas.