Sugar Hollow loop
Time in nature is good. Even on the bad days.
Training run with David Horton’s college students on the Promise Land 50k course.
Nothing like running with a bunch of college kids to make you feel old and slow.
Mostly there was climbing. And climbing. And some more climbing.
There were some nice views.
Horton is funny.
I had some Oreos and blue Gatorade.
None of my “injuries” hurt very much.
It was warm and spring is creeping up the mountains.
There was some minor chafing.
Overall I’d say it was a very nice run in the mountains.
With a shit ton of climbing.
18.47 miles and 4700+ feet of gain.
Four easy miles on the Monticello trail.
The anxiety crazies are back. And/or I’m injured. It’s just so much fun that I can never tell the difference. The pain always feels very real.
My toe started hurting at mile 5 of my run on Wednesday. I cut my run short, but I thought I was just being overly cautious. It didn’t hurt so bad that I couldn’t run on it.
I was planning to run Friday morning, but I decided not to because the toe was still hurting (I did a lot of walking around on Wednesday and Thursday). I also spent a lot of time Googling everything I could think of involving running and toe injuries. Stress fractures of the metatarsals are common in runners, but stress fractures of the phalanges (which is where my pain is) are not.
It could be metatarsalgia. There is some pain under the toe. And my second toe is longer than my big toe. And I always have a callus in that spot.
Or it could all be in my head.
Or just mostly in my head.
The fun is that there is no way to know.
I nearly made myself sick worrying about whether I should try to do a long group run this morning. There were two that I really wanted to do. One was a training run on the Promise Land 50k course. But I also knew I didn’t want to drive all the way down to Lynchburg when I wasn’t sure if I’d even be able to do the run. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted the hassle of driving to Sugar Hollow and meeting up with a group only to possibly have to turn around after a mile or two.
By the time I went to bed last night I was pretty sure I was just going to do a short easy run in town to test it out. Then, if all was fine I could still do my own long(ish) run on Sunday. I’m not convinced that I should be running 20+ miles on consecutive weekends anyway.
The run was fine. My toe was just a little achy.
I walked to the City Market afterward though and it hurt. Not bad enough to make me limp. Just bad enough to keep me guessing.
Fun with anxiety and running.
I get almost all of my books from the public library so the books I read are rarely new.
2018 was a good year of reading for me. I read so many good books!
My top 3:
Other favorites (in no particular order):
What was the best book you read in 2018?
It took me a while to bounce back (both physically and mentally) from my two ankle sprains in late 2017.
The winter months were tough. I just didn’t have my normal drive to get up and out on those cold, dark mornings. So my yearly mileage was fairly low and (unlike other low-mileage years) I wasn’t biking and swimming instead of running. Mostly, I was curled up in my chair with a cup of tea, a book and a kitty on my lap. Embracing the hygge. Time well-spent I think, as I lost my cuddliest kitty later in the year. I’m happy to have had that extra cuddle time.
Conquer the Cove 25k
I feel bad that I never wrote anything about Conquer the Cove this year. It is possibly my favorite trail race, which is why I ran it even though it was held the weekend Brian and I got back from Belgium. I was jet-lagged, fighting off a cold and exhausted from vacation, but I really didn’t want to miss the race! It went about how you would imagine. Although in truth, it surprised me just how much that combination of circumstances affected my run. It took me three hours and forty-two minutes, which is almost a full HOUR longer than the last time I ran it (2:47). Yikes! It was still a great race and I loved jumping in the lake afterward just as much as I always have.
In addition to my dismal performance, I didn’t take any pictures this year. And these are the only two of me from the race pics (I’m in the peachy/orange tank top.)
My first (and second!) trip(s) overseas.
London and Scotland with the family
2018 was a mixed bag of high highs and low lows.
Life, I guess.
See you in 2019!
It finally looked and felt like fall.
Not the best year for color, but still beautiful.
And Spooky was on tap at Blue Mountain, which made it pretty much a perfect fall day in the mountains.
Some sun, some fog and a little rain.“The road is a river and the river is a road”
On repeat in my head.