Let’s see…when we last left off I was running around three miles on the AlterG, I believe, with a plan for half mile progressions until I was ready for the road. So let me bring you up to speed on where I am today.
When we took off for California, I had just run my first four miler on the AlterG. Being a runner, I of course wanted to enjoy the beautiful weather and scenery with a run outdoors while there, but I also wanted to be good. So my plan was this: run four miles on a local AlterG the day I arrived in California, followed by another AlterG run of 4.5 miles two days later. I couldn’t find any AlterG facilities nearby that were open on weekends, so I would perhaps venture outside for a run the Sunday before we left if all was feeling good.
The best laid plans…our flights were delayed getting into San Diego, so by the time I got there, I was pushing things to make my AlterG appointment. And then I got caught in SoCal traffic (you sunny Californians know of what I speak). I had the last appt. of the day, so being late wasn’t an option. I called to cancel, turned around and went back to our condo.
Being a runner, I was of course frustrated, and then decided it was time to take the legs outside for a three-miler. The hamstring held up beautifully. In fact, I think I can say I’m out of the woods there. What didn’t hold up so beautifully is my old nemesis the Achilles at the insertion point. It was pretty achy the whole time and fired up the next day as well.
Being a runner, this bummed me out. I know I jumped the gun by going to the road before I had completed my full AlterG stint, but I just had to try in that spectacular environment.
From that run, I went back to the AlterG on Friday for another four-miler, and still had a bit of Achilles tenderness. On Sunday I did a five mile walk, but ran the final mile and a half to test things out. Much better. Yesterday I did four and a half on the AlterG and it still seems to be holding up pretty well. I go to see my PT this morning (head hanging in shame of course) and we’ll see where to go from there. If my medicine is waiting a bit longer, or taking more time off, it’s going to be a bitter medicine. Fingers crossed it won’t be the case.
Being a runner, I am more than ready to get this show on the road for real, now. My patience has served me well all this time, but I will admit, it’s wearing a bit thin.
Being a runner, would you have behaved better in my shoes? (probably I’m guessing!)