Yesterday was our longest scheduled run for this half marathon clinic. On schedule was a very long 21 kilometre route. In my mind, due to the success of the two prior 18K runs I wasn’t concerned at all. As well, I knew that I’d be going at a very relaxed pace because I knew that I’d be running with a friend that’s many weeks into a pregnancy. Yeah, I know, whenever someone hears about that the inevitable first question is about the safety of it all. I’ve been concerned too, but it’s guaranteed that she and her husband have consulted with a couple of doctors and have put a tremendous amount of thought into this. It’s not anyone else’s decision to make, right? Anyway…
The run itself wasn’t particularly remarkable–it was quite average, although slower because there’s only so much speed a pregnant woman can run at. Also, we made an increased amount of bathroom pit stops just to prevent any accidents. I’m being totally honest when I say this, but I didn’t mind at all. I don’t know what was going on in my mind, because in all honesty on another day I might have had less patience. Maybe the cooler weather helped to keep my state of mind in a happy place.
It wasn’t all easy though. At around the 2.5K mark we made our first pit stop at the Tim Hortons. While I was waiting outside I must have done a weird misstep on uneven ground or something because my right knee started aching like mad. When we started up again every step seemed to be an ordeal. Did I do some weird dislocation or subluxation? I wasn’t sure at all. I did a quick assessment though and knew that I could continue on. I had a feeling that the discomfort would just fade as I continued on. Plus, I knew that I was in no position to head back to the store. I didn’t want to be the guy that left a pregnant woman alone to do a 21K route. That just has bad karma written all over it, doesn’t it? Within about a kilometre or so the pain faded enough to allow me to continue on, although maybe a slight bit slower. No matter though because the slow speed suited her just as well.
So there you go. The run was very slow and stop and go, but it didn’t matter. We made it back in decent time (all things considered). I was pretty worn out by the end, but I didn’t feel like I was completely wiped out. I almost felt like I could go on farther, if only my body would allow me. My leg muscles were really feeling it. I stopped to stretch out, and I felt better afterwards. When I got home, I just fell asleep. I suppose I could have stayed awake because I really had the energy, but I knew that it made more sense to allow some recovery. That’s all well and good, but when I woke up that’s when I noticed that my right knee was feeling pretty rough. Delayed reaction, I guess.
Here I am now, the day after the run, trying to rest the leg and letting the soreness fade. I’m not going to let this scare me. I recognize this discomfort! I know it will fade eventually and in time for the race in two weeks. I might have to miss my midweek runs this week in order to not injure myself, but in the end that’s just a small price to pay for undamaged legs, right?
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