Hi folks
I was so determined to break that mental wall - and I did - or at least I thought so. I prepared myself for another long run on the Friday and really had an amazing run up to the last couple of kms. Then my knee packed up :-(
It froze on me and the started to make the most frightening grinding noises. After a few days rest and trying to run a short distance I had to give up. Now I am on antiinflammatories, off running for 2-3 weeks and have a possible stress fracture in my left foot (that is probably what set the knee off).
I also have a most horrible cough that just doesn't want to go away even after a week of antibiotics. In other words I am a mess! Rest and lots of fluids and vitamins are the order of the day but seeing that patience is not my strong suit, it is hard to keep the positive mood up. I did my first round of aquajogging last Friday, am in the process of organising Osteo and Acupuncture and had a very thorough (and painful) deep massage - thank you Clint for sorting me out :-)
So here I am less than 11 weeks out, sore, unable to run und frustrated like h***.
Keep your fingers crossed for me
ciao
Pia
New York Marathon Diary
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
your wall - my wall
Hi Folks
That has to be the mysterious wall. You hear about it all the time. It is supposedly what distinguishes a marathon from other races. I always thought it came at about km 35. I was wrong! My wall apparently stands at 26km - I just can't get over it it seems. No matter how much I run in the week the 26km won't budge. I am sore, my legs are made from lead and all I want to do is sit down on the side of the road and cry. My running crew means well and tries to uplift me with suggestions and visualisations but the circle of negative thoughts goes round and round in my head and the voice that cries "I can't" is louder than all the other voices. They told me today that if I can birth 3 babies with no drugs I can run. Well, for all the mums-to-be out there, take birth any day!
Joke aside. I have to meet my wall and get over it. Or as Malcolm Gladwell puts it:"We sometimes think of being good at something as an innate ability. You either have "it" or you don't. But it's not so much ability as attitude. You master something if you are willing to try. Success is a function of persistence and doggedness and the willingness to work hard on something where most people would give up."
My next long run is coming and I will chip away at this wall under whinning and tears but it will fall.
Go out and meet your walls, people.
Ciao
Pia
That has to be the mysterious wall. You hear about it all the time. It is supposedly what distinguishes a marathon from other races. I always thought it came at about km 35. I was wrong! My wall apparently stands at 26km - I just can't get over it it seems. No matter how much I run in the week the 26km won't budge. I am sore, my legs are made from lead and all I want to do is sit down on the side of the road and cry. My running crew means well and tries to uplift me with suggestions and visualisations but the circle of negative thoughts goes round and round in my head and the voice that cries "I can't" is louder than all the other voices. They told me today that if I can birth 3 babies with no drugs I can run. Well, for all the mums-to-be out there, take birth any day!
Joke aside. I have to meet my wall and get over it. Or as Malcolm Gladwell puts it:"We sometimes think of being good at something as an innate ability. You either have "it" or you don't. But it's not so much ability as attitude. You master something if you are willing to try. Success is a function of persistence and doggedness and the willingness to work hard on something where most people would give up."
My next long run is coming and I will chip away at this wall under whinning and tears but it will fall.
Go out and meet your walls, people.
Ciao
Pia
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