#day37 I didn't forget! I just didn't have time to get a snap shot. I trained at work today before RSB and my booty is still on fire four hours later. Trainers need trainers just like dentists need dentists or doctors need doctors etc. Etc. I'm grateful for the butt whooping. A little more grace and patience and I'll be hitting goals soon enough.
👆🏻 the reason why I ran, (not running for now), but definitely will be running again 🤘🏻
What else... what else...
Actually there are many more:
1. Running accelerates me both on a physical and emotional levels. Mainly due to running I’ve got out of depression.
2. Running community. People united by their love of running, tenderly refer to other runners (normally). I use the Strava application to record the statistics of my runs, there you can also monitor the progress of other runners, comment on their runs, photos, etc. So, when I got injured, I received an unexpected avalanche of support from their side. Many people wrote how they liked to follow my challenge and asked to come back, gave their advice, share their experiences.
While I’m running other runners are smiling and greeting me. You can read in their eyes: “I know what you are going through, mate!”
Especially if you run under the rain or about at 5am. Once when I ran in the rain at 5am, a dude and I bowed to each other😂😂🤣
And don’t even get me started on the atmosphere during the races! There is such a feeling of unity that fish 10k you run with the breeze!
3. Self-discipline - I learned that I’m capable of much more than I expected from myself, just need to push it harder.
4. Opportunity to know your city better - the hour of running a day in different directions, and even with as bad topographical cretinism as mine you can navigate the city way more confident in a month.
5. Medals 🥇 🏅 Top! They hang in the most prominent place of our apartment! Beloved!!! #modesty#narcissism
I finally got hurt so much that it would be a marasmus to continue. It hurts in a place that you won’t demonstrate to everybody, namely between the legs. 🤷🏼♀️ Google says this is a big adductor muscle. Or inguinal ligament or pubic-femoral ligament or iliac-femoral ligament. Or the nerve of the thigh. Some of them I blew up. Better if just a muscle.
I have no idea how it happened, but each run of the last week made the pain much more intense, although I ran slowly and no more than 3-5 km at a time.
Yesterday I “ran” at such a pace that pedestrians overtook me, and as a result, after returning home, taking shower and spending an hour on the chair I couldn’t stand up. Relying on the foot has become unbearable. Any weight distribution on the left thigh caused sparks in the eyes and a sickly fear for the future of my racing career 😅
I am not upset - daily running is not the optimal mode for preparing for marathons. And I really want to run marathons.
I will draw up a schedule and when the pain will pass, I will run 4-5 times a week. Should be a quite rationally way to go. If I don't do anything stupid again.