Haven't posted an entry in a while but have no fear, am still running more than ever (set a new weekly mileage record this week: 50.85 miles) but have had a bit of a change in my life.
My grandfather passed away in December and since his death, my grandmother, who is in the beginning to middle stages of Alzheimer's, has been shuffled between living with my family in Colorado to living with my two aunts in San Francisco and Lake Tahoe. While the rest of my family is traveling to St. Louis for a week to celebrate my great-Aunt and Uncle's 50th wedding anniversary, I am watching my grandma for a couple days in Northern California.
I love my grandma to death but I feel like it's a tricky transition for us both. Since I'm very much like an elderly woman myself, I understand that this change is uncomfortable and difficult for us both. I want to make her so happy and content and comfortable but I'm not sure what to do! I want to be perfect but I guess in order to be perfect I have to learn from mistakes and find my way.
Anywhoooo...that's my spiel; enough of this anxiety and apprehension. Let's get to the greatest news ever: I ran 20.35 miles that past Sunday, my new long run record!!! Though I may have crawled the last 5 miles, that's beyond the point! It's been 3 years in the making and I did it!!
This is basically what I looked like for 48 hours after completing the run:
Be thankful that my knees are covered up; I took a HUGE tumble on the sidewalk about 14 miles into the run. I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and skinned both of my knees and my left shoulder (not really sure how that happened...) Needless to say, I have been walking like a 95-year-old arthritic man ever since.
The aftermath. My knees and my feet have never been so swollen.
A couple of days ago I was perusing a few running blogs and saw that a lot of people have been having trouble with "runner's knee." I distinctly remember remarking to myself, "Oh, I've never had any problems with my knees before; I don't want to read any of this. BOR-ING."
Low and behold, three days later and my knees are feeling FUNKY. I mean--OUCH. It feels like every time I walk down stairs, try to bend over in tight-fitting pants, or lengthen my stride, my right knee feels like it's going to pop out of place. Thanks for bringing me back down to earth, universe. You sly, sly, unforgiving dog...
So I am feeling sorry for myself by drinking diet cherry Pepsi and eating coconut-cream pie.
The sweet, sweet nectar of the gods. All for the low, low price of $1.39 and my teeth enamel.
I'm thinking that my knee pain may be the product of 1) overtraining (duh) and 2) my weird shoe rotation. I've added a pair of Nike Vomero 9's to the mix and I'm pretty happy with them so far. I've gotten a little blister on the back of my foot from rubbing but I think once they soften up and I wear socks that aren't my 13-year-old brother's then they should be just fine.
True life: I may have bought them partially because of how fancy they look...
Off to make breakfast for grandma and go to my first day of my summer job!!! To say that I'm freakishly and irrationally anxious is quite the understatement.