Fortunately, I have still been running. Essentially, I’ve been sacrificing sleep and any sort of personal time I have to run. Since I get stabby if I don’t run, it’s a good trade off.
Last week I ran 61 miles. There were a few bursts of speed in there, a few marathon paced miles and a few tempo/half marathon paced miles, but by in large it was base building for the NYC marathon. OH, and I chased down a bike because I’m a testosterone fueled man and had to prove a point to myself that I could. **grunt grunt**
I’ve done everything you should, stepback weeks, good hydration, 10% build.... life is good!! Until, it isn’t.
So, I took yesterday off, and today I’m going to bike. It feels nearly 90% better AND the lump is mostly gone, but I don’t want to risk it. I have the Missoula marathon in 3 weeks and if I can’t run that I really would stab someone. I mean, not really, but without old men on beach cruiser bikes to chase down, my ego really takes a hit.