The last week has been a bit of a bummer. I’ve been dealing with pain in my right knee which in turn has led to less mileage and more sadness. I was doing so well in my training I should have known what was coming around the corner.
In this image of my very stubby leg the area that I am pointing at is where the pain is located. See the knife. So I am having lateral knee pain. This is the same area where I had pain starting at mile 25 of the Baker Trail Ultra. It is most likely Iliotibial Band syndrome. It’s really disappointing. I’m going to try to take it easy (and by take it easy i mean shorter runs) for a while and hope for the best.
I ran 5 miles today with moderate pain. I couldn’t run faster than 6.3 with out an increase in pain. Crossing my fingers.
I have never been a real girly girl. As a kid I was always dirty and a mean fighter. I was always outside and playing in the dirt. I loved camping and fishing and mountains. My brother called me Ted. Seriously. For years.
When I was really little I remember watching Conan The Barbarian with my dad. I thought Conan was awesome (still do) and I wanted to be a barbarian.
The title of Barbarian became some thing I worked towards. I could earn the title in strange ways… picking nightcrawlers for fishing, eating green olives (I secretly hated them).
When Gladiator came on I desperately wanted to be a gladiator. For several years when some one asked me what I was going to be when I grew up I would proudlly answer that I was going to be a gladiator. I never really understood why people thought it was so funny.
I’ve been running for about eight years. I did a couple 5ks and 1/2 marathons. When ever I started really considering a marathon something came up (appendectomy, pregnancy). After my third child, the pregnancy that I gained the most weight, I made it a goal to run my first marathon before I turned 30. I ran my first marathon in June of 2010. It was a very humbling experience. It made me really sad that I wasn’t as tough as I thought I was.
I’ve been reading about ultrarunning for years. I’ve even had conversations about how crazy it is, but in the back of my mind I knew eventually I wanted to do it. Try it on- see how it fit.
During my first trail race of considerable distance the Laurel Highlands ultra 50k I felt at home. I felt like I had finally reached the destination that I’d been searching for.
Although at the time Laurel Highlands 50k was the furthest distance I had ever run it was also the most enjoyable. It was beautiful and peaceful and difficult and eye opening. I knew at the end of that race that I wanted to– had to go farther.