Here's what went wrong:
- I forgot to eat anything beforehand. I usually have half a Powerbar, but completely spaced on breakfast.
- It was stupid hot again - thank you Texas. After last week's lovely run in the cold temperatures, it was 64 degrees, and 94% humidity when we started. Not enjoyable, not at all.
- I really didn't want to run 11 miles again. I wanted to run my race - which is coming up this weekend; but I'm getting tired of running the same route over and over for training.
- My ankle, which always hurts to some extent, started getting sharp shooting pains every time I landed on it around mile 6. Which, understandably, began to freak me out.
- I remembered to put on Body Glide and Aquaphor everywhere, and had zero chafing - yay!
- I took the time to put on a couple of blister bandages where my feet were feeling tender - no problems with that.
- We cut the run short - well, after 9 miles - and walked the rest of the way in; by listening to the pain, hopefully I was proactive enough to avoid making it worse.
- Once I stopped running and just walked, I realized that every time I pushed off from the ball of my foot, I was getting the sharp ankle pain.
- I was wearing my new pink Newtons.
- The lugs on the new Newtons are much more built up than on my old ones, and I think the difference was enough to cause the pain. Although I've been wearing the pink Newtons for my short runs for about three weeks now, with no problem, they were just too much on such a long run.
- Running is dumb, sometimes.
As it turned out, it wasn't a great run for many people in my running club and several of them ended up cutting it short as well. I think the fact that we're getting toward the end of training means that not only are injuries starting to crop up, but also, it IS tough to run long distances week after week, and sometimes it just gets to you, mentally.
After we came in from the run, I noticed that my ankle was pretty swollen and popped some Motrin to help with the inflammation, plus Coach Will, who must have been a Boy Scout at one time because he is always prepared, handed me an ice pack. I sat down with that on my ankle, and then? I knitted. Yes, I'll admit, that was a weird thing to do at that moment, but Friday night I got stuck on the the sweater I've been knitting, so I brought it, hoping that my knitting/runner friend Cary would be there and have time to help me. She was, she did, and got me back on track! By the time I finished the two confusing rows, the swelling in my ankle had already gone down quite a bit. Immediately icing it was wonderful and I really appreciate Coach Will sharing his ice pack stash.
I tried to run again yesterday, but it started bothering me within the first half mile, so I stopped and spent the day off of my feet, icing the ankle, and popping Motrin. The good news is that I got a lot of knitting done!
I have an appointment with my orthopedist later on this morning - originally I made it to see what was going on with the top of my left foot, but I'll mention the ankle pain and have him check that out as well...good timing for the appointment, definitely. I'm trying to stay calm about this - I really think it's just a temporary issue brought on by the new shoes, which is such a bone-headed, rookie mistake, and I can't believe I did this to myself. Grrrrr.